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He realized she might be telling the truth.
Ross said, “I may have figured out what happened to you, and found a way to fix it.”
He heard her inhale. “It’s not like a disease, is it?” She raised her chin bravely. “I mean, I want you to tell me if it is.”
“No,” he said. “It’s not a disease.”
The small shoulders hunched in relief.
Ross orderedfood to the house. It was taking a risk, but they were both hungry and he found that in fact the girl wasn’t the worst company. When she wasn’t trying to twerk all over his dick at the sound of her own name…
Don’t think about that.
He showed her around the rest of the house, admiring her ass the entire time, but liking her talk. She wanted to know about everything. She was fascinated by the stairs, the windows, the mosaic, the koi pond, the bamboo grove. As an artist, she could appreciate the harmony of style and function. She was more perceptive than he imagined.
“This is a paradise,” she declared.
“I love this house. But the truth is I’m rarely here most of the time,” he confessed.
“Where do you go?”
They were on the roof. Angel leaned over the railing and stared down in wonder at the sharp decline towards Rowanville Valley, which was stunning in its own right but overshadowed by the sprawling view of the Blue Ridge Mountains covered in an ocean of mist.
“Aruba,” he said. “Tokyo. Italy.”
“And you live here.” She stared at the view. Hypnotized. “I would love to paint this.”
“You can,” he said automatically. When she looked up at him curiously he forgot himself and said, “If you want. I have…I can get paint. Canvas.”
“Thank…you,” she said, eyes wide with surprise.
Ross bit the inside of his cheek. He was furious with himself; the girl just had to make sheep-eyes once and he was breaking every rule. “Anyway, this place will always be home. Family needs keep me here, but I try to get out and see the world.”a
“How do you pay for this? What’s your job?” she asked bluntly.
“I’m a Private Detective.” He had vowed to keep details of his life secret, and like the other vows he broke it in an instant.
She bombarded him with questions and they were caught up for some time before he managed to circle back to the task at hand. Back in the house they crashed in the living room. They were both starving. Ross sat on the couch and finally told her his theory about her missing memory and the way the sound of her own name triggered a heightened sex drive.
“I’ve been hypnotized?” Angel said when he had explained it all. “What? Are you crazy?”
“That’s just my theory. The good news is there’s a cure. If it doesn’t work, we’ll need to get you an MRI, run tests…”Which I’ll have to pay for.
“Wait, wait ! How do you know there’s a cure? What’s the cure?”
“I have to hypnotize you again.”
“Nope,” said Angel instantly, eyes widening. “No, hell nah. You’re not doing hypnosis on me. Sorry.”
“I know it sounds insane, but it might work. I believe it will work, honey.”
She paced around his living room, her bare feet moving gracefully on the polished concrete. Or maybe she was just cold. “Hypnosis,” she muttered. “Hypnosis?”
“Are you cold?” Ross asked.
“What? Oh. No, I’m fine.”
“You’re shivering.”
