Chapter Thirty - Role Play

Jake’s POV

Diana spotted the diary immediately. She wagged a finger at me, saying I was a naughty boy. We’d hunted high and low in her room first and I was still thinking about how she looked bending over.

Now we were in mine and I was determined to call the shots.

“Are you missing anything else?” I asked.

“Such as?” she purred.

“You tell me.”

“Sorry, Jake. You’ll have to give me a hint.”

I strolled across to the chest of drawers. When I eventually held up the undergarment in question, her cheeks became rosy.

“Oh, those,” she said. “I thought Michael wanted a souvenir.”

“Why would he, given he has access whenever he commands?”

“Is that what you think? Then you’re a fool.”

“Hey, apologies if I’ve offended you, Diana.”

“Miss Chase to you.”

This was going to take some retrieving. Or was she just playing hard to get?

“Fancy a little role play?” I asked, going over to my closet and showing her the cane I’d found.

“What about something less obvious?”

I thought I heard a creak outside the do