"Then why would you accuse me of?—"
"I didn't accuse you of stealing it. I asked you a simple question. I wanted to see how you reacted, and I guess I’ll believe you for now.” My every sense is heightened as I take in her every movement. The way her nostrils flare, the way her lips tremble, the way her eyes shoot fire at me. Gina is genuinely pissed by my question. I would be shocked if she's faking it. Her hazel eyes appear greener right now, and I love how vibrant they are. I love how full of life she is. How she doesn't hold back from letting me know exactly how she feels.
“What do you mean, for now?”
“I mean, I haven’t decided whether or not I think you are actually guilty. Like I just said, I asked you the question again because I wanted to see how you reacted. I wanted to see the look in your eyes. You looked offended, but you could be a good actress. I don’t know.”
“Do you really think I’m a good actress?” She snorts and rolls her eyes. I don’t answer. The fact of the matter is, I don’t think she’s a good actress. She didn’t play a good FBI agent in the bakery, and I doubt she could fake it now. Her emotions are all over her face every single time we have a conversation. But I am not going to tell her everything that just went through my mind. An idea comes to me, an idea that I think can be very beneficial and fun. Though I'm going to have to play it carefully so as not to make her suspicious.
"Are you going to answer me, Hunter?" she asks me impatiently, her chest heaving.
“My grandmother wanted to call the police. The necklace is a family heirloom, and she's distraught.”
“Okay, and what does that mean? She wanted to? Did she or didn’t she?”
"My grandfather wanted to keep the investigation in house, so he hired a private investigator."
"Oh, okay." She swallows hard.
“And it's likely you are going to be the number one suspect.”
“What do you mean,I’mthe number one suspect?” She bites down on her lower lip.
“Well, you’re the most recent person to come into the house. I’ve already seen you snooping.” I shrug. “No one really knows you, and you have a history of lying.”
“I do not have a history of lying. I’m here to be a ghostwriter. You know this.”
“Yeah, but I also know you were snooping in the library the other day. You also move around this house very quietly.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s because I’m quiet. What would you rather have me do? Stomp around?”
“I’m not saying that I need you to stomp around. I’m just saying that you seem to be going in and out of rooms and locations like you own the place.”
“How does someone walk around like they own the place?” She rolls her eyes. “I’m literally just here doing a job.”
“I'm just telling you the facts of how it looks. However, I do have a proposition for you, so to speak.”
“What kind of proposition?” She frowns, and I can tell her mind is churning. "Wait a second. You’re not expecting me to have sex with you, are you? Because the answer is no. You can call the cops.”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” I shake my head vehemently. "Trust me, I don’t need to proposition anyone intosleeping with me. What I need from you is much more intricate than that.”
“What do you mean by intricate?” Her eyes narrow when she looks down at the front of my mouth. “That’s not your way of asking for a blow job, is it? Because that’s an even biggerhell no.”
“Really, Gina? Why is your mind in the gutter?” I can’t stop myself. I burst out laughing.
“What do you mean, why is my mind in the gutter? You said you have a proposition for me.”
“Propositions can be anything. They’re not always sex related. I think you’ve been watching too many pornos.”
“I don’t watch pornos, thank you very much.”
“That's a shame. Maybe that would help you release some of your pent-up frustration and stress.”
“I don’t have any pent-up frustration and stress.” She lets out a deep sigh, and we just glare at each other. Somehow, we are now only a few inches from each other. I could reach out and hold her right now. It would totally break the moment, though. “But anyway, what’s the proposition?”
“The private investigator will be showing up within the next couple of days.”
“Okay…”
