Page 35 of Diamonds & Deception

I assume Lenora has cleaned her sex toys, but it sounds unsanitary to share.

“It was still in its package, so I assume you’ve never used the clit vibrator before.”

Well, hell. I’m not expecting that. “Um. No.”

The devil is in his grin as he reaches behind me and picks it up. “Will you wear it for me?”

“Uh...”

“Meet me for dinner tonight.” He pockets a device I don’t get a good look at and presses the little numb in my palm. “Wear this.”

“I... uh...” I’ll have to look up directions on how to wear it.

“Dinner. Meet me in the lobby.” He kisses me, grabs his coffee, then kisses me again. “Seven o’clock.”

He’s gone before I have time to argue.

I spend most of the morning researching the Donahue family, and an hour in the afternoon reading about clit vibrators. They’re supposed to come with remotes, which I don’t see anywhere in Lenora’s drawer of toys. Maybe that was what I saw him slip into his pocket.

Everything I read about them says the orgasmic experience is like something a woman rarely experiences. I don’t know. The orgasms Drake has given me are pretty out-of-the-park fantastic. If this little device makes me come stronger than he can, I’m not sure I’ll be able to function tomorrow.

As the sun begins to set, I take a shower, exfoliate, shave, and spend extra time on my hair and makeup. He opened up to me yesterday about his family and why he doesn’t talk about his job with women.

I’m walking a tightrope every time I think about him. I’m falling for a man who is genuinely good, and at the same time screwing up something that could be really amazing. I say a silent prayer to Carly and ask her for my forgiveness.

Falling for Drake feels like I’m choosing him over her. Too much of my time is spent either thinking about him or being with him, and I’m not getting any closer to finding out who killed my sister.

I should ask for a meeting with the lead detective on the case as well to see if he can tell me anything more than what he’s told my parents on the phone.

I’m supposed to be back in Philly in ten days. I know I need to either come clean with Drake and tell him who I am and why I’m here, or end things. If I don’t believe he’s part of the murder, then there’s no reason not to tell him why I’m in Boston.

But we’ve already spent so much time together, and he’ll want to know why I’m just now telling him. He’s a smart man. He’ll figure out I thought he could be involved, and that I was trying to get close to him for information. Using him like those other women he wants nothing to do with.

I have to come clean. It will hurt his feelings, but it’s the right thing to do. Not tonight. Not until I experience this little sex toy.

I fumble with it a few times before I insert it. It’s not too bad, granted it’s not really doing anything right now. The white thong helps hold it in place, and I wear a matching bra. Not sure where we’re going, but doubtful we’re ready for a restaurant likeRed, I wear another long skirt similar to the one I wore for our first date, and top it with a thin white sweater.

I give myself a final spritz of my vanilla spice perfume, slip into my coat, and head downstairs to my waiting Uber. I enter the lobby of Four Aces right at seven o’clock. A man in a navy suit greets me.

“Miss Jane?” I glance around me for Lenora before I rememberI’mMiss Jane.

“Yes.”

“Mr. Reynolds asked me to escort you upstairs.”

Upstairs? Like a suite? His penthouse? I hide my nerves and give the man a nod, following him to an elevator behind a service desk.

We get off on the ninth floor, and he leads me down a long hallway. I glance in some of the open doorways and notice a conference table in one room, an office in another, a restroom, an unmarked door, and two other closed doors before coming to an open area.

A woman behind the desk stands and greets me with a smile. “Thank you, Michael.” Michael leaves, and the woman approaches me. “Good evening, Miss Jane. Can I get you something to drink while you wait for Mr. Reynolds?”

“No, thank you.” I fumble with the strap of my purse.

“He said for you to head in when you get here. He’s finishing up a conference call and should be done soon.” She opens a door to what I assume is Drake’s office.

I hesitantly move forward and step inside. She closes the door softly behind me. Drake has his back to me and is writing on a whiteboard with a black marker. The board is filled with numbers and equations, which make no sense to me.

“Frank, it’s a good deal, and you know it. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.”

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