tone.
I smiled. At least he was someone that I could trust and not worry about. “Hey, I’m good. What are you doing? Did you want to come over for lunch?”
“Oh, I’d love to. Will I get to meet the elusive Wade as well?”
“No, he’s out of town right now.”
“He is?” He sounded surprised. “Where did he go?”
“He’s my boss. He doesn’t tell me all of his whereabouts.” I knew I sounded snooty, but I was feeling a bit defensive. Where the hell was Wade? And why hadn’t he told me?
“Yeah, he’s a secretive guy. Maybe he’s gone to visit one of his many women.” Gordon laughed.
Jealousy surged through me. “What do you mean, one of his many women? I thought he was single!”
Was that where he’d gone then? To be with his other woman? If that were the case, I’d show him when he got back that he’d messed with the wrong woman. Though I wasn’t sure what I’d do. I had a feeling if I cut up his clothes or started a fire, I’d be in jail faster than I could say, “You’re a cheater, Wade Hart.” And honestly, I couldn’t even really call him a cheater. How could it be cheating if we weren’t even really in a relationship?
“I’m joking,” Gordon said quickly. “I’d love to come over, but why don’t you let me take you for lunch? I don’t want you to have to cook for me.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be a big deal. I don’t mind.”
“No, but I would feel bad. Meet me at the cafe in town at noon and then we can go back to the house.”
“Sounds good.” I was happy at the idea of leaving the house. Maybe some fresh air would help to clear my head. “I’ll get some work done and then meet up with you later, okay?”
“Okay. Bye, Savannah. I look forward to seeing you later.”
There was something in his tone that made me pause as I put the phone down. I didn’t think I was particularly psychic or attuned to vibes, but something felt wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I didn’t know if it was related to Gordon or my overall situation with Wade, but something felt off.
“Who are you, Sabrina the Teenage Witch?” I shook my head at my thoughts. I decided to go back to Wade’s room to see if I could find any clues as to what was going on. I wasn’t going to snoop—well, that was a lie. I was going to snoop, but I was entitled to snoop. If there was ever a time a woman was entitled to snoop, this was it. I just had to find out what was going on.
The first thing I noticed in his room was the big bed with the messy sheets. I supposed I should wash them or something. Or at least make the bed.
“Yeah, right.” I giggled. “That’s not my concern right now.” I walked over to the bed and then lifted up the pillows. I wasn’t sure what I expected to find underneath them, but there was nothing there. Then I looked at the side tables, opening the drawers and rifling through the contents quickly. I felt slightly guilty, but it wasn’t like I was trying to steal trade secrets or something. To be fair, Wade’s drawers were quite boring. And then I got to the bottom drawer and my jaw fell open.
“Wow, what do we have here?” I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a steel object that reminded me of a pinwheel. I ran my fingers across the sharp edges and pricked myself. “Ouch!”
I put it on the top of the night table and then reached back into the drawer and pulled out some silk scraps and some beads. “Whoa.” I touched them lightly. I knew these were anal beads, not that I’d used them before. And then I saw a butt plug. My eyebrows shot up and I could feel my face reddening. How many women had he used that with? I chewed on my lower lip wondering what it would be like to do that with him. I couldn’t even imagine it. It seemed even more intimate than normal intercourse. But somehow with Wade I could imagine it being pleasurable and hot. That naughty, forbidden sort of pleasure that made you feel that maybe being bad was the best kind of good there could be.
I put the stuff back in the drawer and moved over to the closets.