Page 66 of Ruthless Ambition
“No.”
“Don’t annoy me, come see this,” I told her sharply.
“I’m not sitting on your bed when you’re naked!”
Glancing at my PJ bottoms, I looked back at Angel. “I know the color of your vibrator; are you really going to pretend to be a prude?” As she stared at me, I patted the bed. “On.”
“How do you know the color?”
“The brand you use — the case matches the toy. It’s a marketing trick.” I rubbed my chin with my thumb. “I think it’s Penetrating Pink, or is it Punishing?”
“I’m not sure,” Angel said as she kept her eyes down.
“Does it? Punish?”
“I’m not answering questions about my vibrator.”
“Hmm, pity, we may actually have had something to discuss. Get on the bed.”
She hesitated, and I didn’t hide my irritation. With a sigh, she walked around the bed and climbed on.
“What?”
“Recognize this car?”
Angel leaned forward before she jerked back. “Is this CCTV?”
“Of course,” I told her calmly. “The car, is it familiar?”
“No, why?”
“It’s been outside your house for the last two hours,” I told her. “Now I just need to know how often it sits there and who owns it.”
“And then?” Angel asked me cautiously.
“And then the game begins.”
