Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbia #3) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,29
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"Crazy?"
"Passionate," I was going to say. "You're exactly my type of girl. I can see why we got married."
I looked down at my ring finger. The rings were still on my bedside table, but there were tan lines. It was easy to tell I was married. I looked back at him. "Where is your ring?" I asked. He had the same tan line on his finger. But his ring wasn't sitting on the bedside table.
"Where are yours?" he asked.
"I have a right not to wear mine. I'll say it again...Sophia Tremblay." I said her name slowly like he was an idiot. "Let’s try to refocus here.” I wasn’t sure it was me or him that needed to focus though. “Does Dr. Collins ring any bells? And what about fucking Charlotte? You seemed to light up to her name."
"Put your rings back on," he said.
"No."
"Sweetheart, I'm asking nicely."
Don't call me that. I took another sip of my monster drink concoction and forced him to do the same. "No."
"I probably just lost my ring,” he said. “Or maybe it's in my pocket."
"I already checked your pockets."
"All of them?" He looked down at his pants.
"Yes, all of them. I'm nothing if not thorough."
"You molested me after you threw me down the stairs?" He seemed to find that funny and started laughing again.
"For the record, I checked your pockets before you slipped down the stairs. But after this conversation, if we come across another set of stairs together, I will definitely throw you down."
"You molested me."
"I did not molest you! I'm not a pervert. I'm a kidnapper. And clearly you wanted it anyway, so this conversation is pointless."
"You're right." His laughter died away. "I do. You want to molest me again right now? I can't do anything to stop you. I’m all tied up."
Why was that idea so sexy? I hated him. He hated me. But for some reason I found myself getting overheated. He did look good in that leather jacket. And his hair was all mussed up in that way I loved. Who cared if it was because he had been struggling against his gag like a bad prisoner? Hot was hot.
"I’m still waiting for that kiss," he said. "Help me remember."
"I'm still waiting for you to give me my money back." Good. Stay strong.
"Okay. I'll tell you everything. If." He stared at me. "If...you kiss me."
Not this again. "You're insane."
"And if you kiss me twice I'll tell you about Sophia. Another kiss and I'll tell you about Dr. Collins. And clearly nothing happened between me and Charlotte. Rumor is she's pretty stupid, and I'm into smart girls. But I'll take as many kisses as you want to give me."
Why was I smiling right now? Stop smiling. "This is my kidnapping," I said. "I'm in charge."
"Of course you are. I'm tied up. Completely at your mercy." His eyes trailed to the V in my sweater.
"But you're trying to make the rules. And I'm the one making the rules." I stood up and the basement seemed to tilt. Which tilted my mind somehow into a great idea. A terrible, awful, perfect idea. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get a confession out of you. It's going to be too hard to resist."
"Oh, I'm definitely hard."
I tried to ignore his dirty words and pulled Snuggle Muffins into my arms. "We'll be back." I practically ran upstairs.
Chapter 11
Saturday
He wanted to play a game. So, I'd play a game. But it was going to be my game with my terms. And he was about to get played. I adjusted the straps on my silk lingerie set and stared in the mirror. The red color didn’t exactly complement my reindeer masquerade mask, but it worked in a Christmassy kind of way. And the high heels made my legs look amazing. I turned to see more of my reflection. The heels also made my ass look extra perky.
Snuggle Muffins sighed.
I tore my eyes away from my reflection. "Don't judge me."
He just stared at me.
"Why are you even up here? You're supposed to be in the kitchen." Oh right. I definitely carried him up here on the pretense that I needed a second opinion. "So, what do you think?" I put my hands on my hips and struck a pose I'd seen twenty-something Instagram models use.
He just stared at me. His eyes said it all. I wasn't instafamous.