I straighten so my back is propped up against his bent knee. “And you’ll answer them all.”
We need to get that straight, because ‘you can ask me any question’ in Aiden’s manipulative words can also mean he’ll choose not to answer.
His grin widens as if he can read my mind. “And I’ll answer them on one condition.”
Of course.
I huff. “What?”
“You’ll remove a piece of clothing for every question I answer.”
“Hey! That’s not fair.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Take it or leave it.”
I should’ve known the deal would end up playing in his favour.
My jacket lies on his lap. I try to retrieve it. I need all the clothes I can get.
Aiden snatches it away. “This was already off. It doesn’t count.”
Dickhead.
Since my underwear is already somewhere in his pocket from the earlier sixty-nine, that only leaves me with three pieces of clothing; my shirt, my skirt, and my bra.
Three items, three questions.
I glare at him.
The arsehole must’ve thought this through.
Still, I’ll play. He’s right. I need to get my head off the dark thoughts swirling inside it.
My mind crowds with all the questions I wanted to ask, but he always deflected his way out of them. The first one is easy.
“Do you miss Alicia?” I ask.
He appears deep in thought for a second. “Sometimes, I walk inside the house and wonder how it would feel if she was there, but then I recall she’d still be married to Jonathan because she was so helplessly in love with him, and I stop wondering.”
That’s interesting.
Aiden’s lack of empathy is like being in a logical, emotionless state of mind twenty-four seven. That state of mind even forbids him from missing his mother properly because he thinks she would’ve suffered if she lived her life as Jonathan’s wife.
“Take the shirt off,” he orders in that delicious deep tone. “And make it sexy.”
With a sigh, I unbutton my shirt. I don’t really know how to make it sexy, so I just do it without rush, slowly revealing the swell of my breasts covered by the simple cotton bra.
Aiden watches me the entire time with a dark, predatory gleam. His head tilts to the side to get a better view.
My nipples harden under his scrutiny, throbbing for attention.
Not now.
I let the shirt fall to the floor, ready for the next question. I’ve been burning to ask it since the time I heard about it.
“Who was the girl you and Cole had a threesome with?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Let me guess, Astor said he walked in on our ‘kinky shit’.”