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I trace through my previous steps, no everything should be in these three drawers. I slowly walk around to the other side of the bed and look into the drawers on that side of the bed. I pull them out in a rush, nope everything is still here. Photos, junk, moisturisers, make up. Nothing is missing, only my underwear. My eyes widen. Fuck! My vibrator, how
embarrassing. I run back around to the other side of the bed and pull out the drawers again in a panic, no still nothing in there. Who in the hell would want to steal my underwear? Oh boy, this is creepy. The policeman walks into the bedroom.
“Is everything ok?”
“Um.” I hold my hands over my mouth as I try to make sense of this.
“My underwear is missing … my vibrator,” I whisper embarrassed.
He frowns as Max walks into the room. “You alright?” Max asks me.
I nod as I bite my lip in mortification. “Can you please give us some privacy, Max?”
He frowns and stands still. “What’s going on?” he asks.
I shake my head in embarrassment. I don’t want Joshua finding out about this. “Nothing, I just want to talk privately with the policeman.”
He stands still and narrows his eyes. “If something has been taken I want to know about it.”
The policeman’s eyes flick between the two of us as he tries to work out the dynamics of our relationship.
“Max, I will say this just once, leave the room while I talk to the policeman.”
He glares at me and leaves the room.
The policeman frowns at me. “Are you being kept here against your will?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m being guarded against my will. My boyfriend is a very wealthy man and was attacked so the security has been escalated to a ridiculous level. Max and I have been arguing about him watching over me.”
He nods as he thinks. “So what exactly has been taken?” He gets his notepad out again.
“My underwear and …” This is appalling, not so confident talking sex toys now am I?
“Can I have a description?” He keeps his eyes cast down as he tries to not embarrass me any further.
Jeez, I have hit the bottom of the barrel. “Pink,” I whisper, mortified.
He bites his lip to stifle his smile. “Pink,” he repeats.
I nod. “Yes, pale pink.”
“Pale pink vibrator, anything else to add?”
“Underwear.”
“Anything about the vibrator that is identifiable?” He lifts his eyes to meet mine in question.
Good grief, I’ve had enough. “Regular size, regular shape. Pink!” I snap.
“I see,” he answers as he smirks.
I smile broadly at him as I raise my eyebrows. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? This is every woman’s worst nightmare.” I rub my forehead as I giggle at this ridiculous turn of events.
He smiles. “Looks like you might have to return to your boyfriend—it seems his opposition has disappeared. Maybe he took it to get you back.”
I fake a smile. “You’re hilarious. I didn’t realise police do stand up.”
He laughs. “Trust me, in this job if you don’t laugh, you will cry.”
