Page 60 of Positively Pricked
Chapter 21
My steps faltered, and I almost fell flat on my face. I looked down and spotted something on the floor. It was a red high-heeled shoe, lying on its side.
What the heck?
Zane's cool voice broke through my confusion. "If you want it, you can have it."
I looked up. "I can have what?"
"The shoe."
"What, why?"
"Because she's not coming back."
Well, that wasn't disturbing or anything.
I gave Zane a look. The bastard looked utterly at ease. And whyshouldn'the be? He owned this hotel. Hell, he owned the whole block. And that was only here, in this city.
Worldwide, he probably owned hundreds of places just like this.
Plus one red shoe.
I justhadto ask, "Whose is it?"
"Does it matter?"
Again, I looked to the shoe. It wasn't quite a stiletto, but it was pretty darn close. If it could talk, I knew exactly what it would say, and itwasn't"Hey, let's have a nice conversation at the library."
No. That was a "fuck-me" shoe if I ever saw one.
I tried to look on the upside. At least it wasn't a bra and panties.
My gaze narrowed. "What happened to the rest of her?"
Zane gave something like a shrug. "Don't know. Don't care."
Well, that was nice.
He motioned me to the single chair facing his desk. "Sit."
I didn't want to sit. I wanted to storm out. And yet, for some reason, my feet weren't cooperating.
He added, "Please."
The small courtesy surprised me, and just when I was ready to consider the slight –veryslight – possibility that he wasn't a total prickallof the time, he continued, "Or leave. Your choice."
I stiffened. "Do youhaveto be so rude?"
If the question fazed him, he didn't show it. "Yes."
Funny, I hadn't expected an answer. I heard myself ask, "Why?"
"Because I’m an asshole."
I blinked. "What?"
For the briefest instant, he looked almost ready to smile. But of course, he didn't. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and said, "It's what I hear."
