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We didn’t actually shake on it, but I don’t point that out. My money is safe on this one. Bryce must be squirming his ass off somewhere right now, damning himself to hell for being so reckless. I can picture it.
I’d teeter on the edge of giving him a bloody hug as well.
“Time to resume the Cluedo?” Alice asks as I take my seat.
“Absolutely. It’s one of my favourite pastimes. I’m always playing Cluedo, even when people don’t realise it.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. I doubt you could switch off your psychic powers, even if you wanted to.”
Her words make me smirk.
“Ha. Psychic powers. I knew I had it nailed. I’m right, aren’t I? Bryce is on your dad’s leash and he’d be royally fucked if he ever dared to break free.” I pause. “Your dad must be one hell of a high baller if he’d deny you the pleasure of being with BT. He’s a lovely guy.”
I take a sip of coffee, my eyes focused on her every move.
“What’s he got in mind for you?” I ask. “An A-lister? Or a multi billionaire? Someone with eighteen yachts and gigantic shares in Bitcoin?”
Alice’s pretty mouth drops open. Her hands clutch the coffee mug like she’s had an electric shock. Wow, that was a trigger for her.
“I’m guessing you’re an only child?” I say. “Am I right?”
“Yeah, I’m an only child.”
I click my fingers.
“Heiress to the golden throne of the money pot. I get it. No wonder BT is shitting himself. Your pedestal’s way too high for a lowly assistant like him.”
She shoots me a glare. Another trigger poked hard.
“It’s entirely up to me who I get to be with. I’m not on anyone’s leash!”
Her words are spiky. Defensive. Which means my words are right on the spot.
“I’m not!” she insists.
Poor girl, in such denial. She’s probably been on that leash since birth.
Time to calm her down. Keep the game rolling.
“Don’t worry, Alice. I know you’re a free spirit. You’re an artist, for fuck sake. I’ve seen the freedom in the foiling first hand.”
“Exactly,” she says. “I am who I am, and nobody is ever going to change that.”
I laugh.
“Good job, or you wouldn’t be here, sitting on my sofa after a long, hard night of dick action. How is your ass feeling by the way?”
She shuffles. “So, so. I can handle it.”
“Will you be able to handle it again later when BT comes back through the door?”
“Like fuck he will. Shall I just give you my bank details and be done with it?”
I rub my toes up her leg, letting her know it’s all in jest until she loosens up a little.
Then, right back in with the Cluedo.
“I hold position,” I say. “It was Bryce who fell first.”
