Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair Read Free Page B

I’m being set up.” He let his finger slide
away. “I have to admit, my desire for you is clouding my instinct,
and I don’t know which one you are. So we’re going to play a little
game.”
    In one swift movement, he yanked off her
jacket and tossed it away. Startled, Jule made a noise that sounded
suspiciously like a squeak. He had her nerves on edge because she never squeaked. “Wh-What kind of game?”
    “Twenty questions…except every time you give
an answer I don’t like, I remove a piece of your clothing.”
    Jule almost frowned. And the downside of this
was…? Even though she knew she should concentrate on finding a way
to escape, she really didn’t want to leave without bedding Stone
first.
    “I’ll take your silence as agreement.” He
walked around her in a tight little circle that made her feel even
more trapped. “What do you know about the Pink Ecstasy?”
    She licked her lips. “The what?”
    “Wrong answer,” he warned from behind.
    She felt him grope the hem of her light
sweater, but instead of pulling it up, he grasped the elastic
waistband of her skirt and pushed down. The maroon fabric fell
around her feet, leaving her in slip and sweater.
    It wouldn’t take the entire twenty questions
to have her completely naked. Besides, all she had to do was give
him wrong answers to prove she wasn’t an agent or a rival thief and
didn’t want anything from him except a good lay.
    He circled around again, stopping in front of
her, and repeated, “What do you know about the Pink Ecstasy?”
    “I still don’t know what you mean. What is
this Pink Ecstasy? Sounds like fun, whatever it is.” She bit her
lip. She was talking too much. The shorter her answers, the sooner
she’d be naked and see the look in Stone’s eyes as he ran his gaze
over her body.
    He ignored her question. “Who are you?”
    “Jule.” She answered the truth, but knew he
wouldn’t accept the answer.
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    “But I still answered your question.”
    He shook his head. “Not good enough.”
    Jule shrugged. “It’s all I can tell you.”
    Stone reached for her waist again, and she
thought he’d probably take her sweater this time. She started to
raise her arms, but he pushed her slip off her hips. Now, she stood
in shoes, panties, bra, and sweater. Five more questions—counting
her shoes as two—and she’d be naked.
    She wondered what he’d do if she removed the
rest herself.
    “Have you ever stolen anything?”
    Who hadn’t? Even as a kid, almost everyone
took something—if only a pencil or a dime—that didn’t belong to
them. “Yes.”
    “Everyone steals,” he echoed her thoughts.
“But not everyone is a jewel thief.”
    He circled around her again, but didn’t
remove any of her clothing this time. She wished she’d said no,
just to be contrary and get closer to the prize.
    “Do you like diamonds?” he asked.
    “Not especially.” That was partially true
because she preferred colorful jewels. Although she knew diamonds
came in many different hues, clear diamonds always came first to
her mind when they were mentioned.
    He went round her once more, but again didn’t
take any of her clothing.
    This was getting ridiculous! She fidgeted,
shifting from one foot to the other.
    “Do you like pink diamonds?”
    Time to get rid of the sweater even if it
meant lying through her teeth. She’d become enamored of the Pink
Ecstasy since she first saw a picture of it. Pink was her favorite
color, but she replied, “No.”
    “Now, now. What woman wouldn’t love pink
diamonds?” The rhetorical question didn’t need a response. He
caught hold of the hem of her sweater, and she eagerly lifted her
arms as he peeled it from her body.
    Now, in only panties and bra—both happened to
be pink and edged in white lace—she waited for his next question.
Which would he choose to unveil, top or bottom? She watched him
walk around her again and yet again. His questions so far had been
kind of