Page 58 of Miss Trust

“How the hell would you know anything about last night?” Jesus, was my voice changing pitch?

“You left the monitor on in the kitchen with a view of your bedroom.”

No. No. Nooooooo. “You’re joking.”

“I seldom joke. How the hell would I have known you were frustrated with it if there hadn’t been video proof?”

How indeed? Fury bubbled up unlike anything I’d ever felt. “Let me get this straight. You watched me on the monitor, then you hijacked my vibrator this morning and replaced it with a new one—and expected me to call you.”

“The word you’re searching for is retirement, not hijack. Your vibrator was way past its prime.”

“Do you keep them in stock? Have one for every occasion in your closet to gift to women.”

His chuckle made my lips twitch. “A gentleman never reveals his secrets.”

“A gentleman would’ve turned off the camera last night.”

“I don’t pretend to be anything I’m not. I suppose you’re wondering how to operate it?”

“I suppose there’s a catch which involves another peep show.” If I was being honest, the thought wasn’t unappealing, much to my annoyance.

“I wouldn’t presume to be so fortunate, but I’d settle for listening to you use it.”

“Not happening.” Pride would not allow him to turn this into a seduction game.

“You have my number in case you change your mind.”

I hung up the phone before I could do so.