Clandestine Meetings

Tommaso

“You know that I’m an adult, right?” I demanded.

Miranda crossed her arms, standing between me and the freedom of the rest of the house. “Paige was very clear. You stay in the room, if you won’t stay in bed.”

I scraped a hand through my hair. “I pay you, not her.”

She smirked. “She told me you are both on the accounts.”

I barely resisted the urge to stomp my foot like a toddler. I’d lain in bed all morning, very reasonably. I’d watched an episode of a shitty crime drama. I’d read at least three pages of a book. I had a syndicate to run, and I couldn’t very well do that from my goddamn bedroom!

Or could I?

I smiled sweetly. “I understand. Can you just bring me my laptop? I want to watch something I can’t get on the TV.”

She eyed me suspiciously. I focused all my energy on looking angelically innocent.

“Fine,” she said. “But I’m telling Paige it was your idea.”

“Deal.” I closed the door between us and hobbled back to bed to catch my breath. I might not be in the best shape of my