Seducing powerful men into telling her all of their secrets is Scarlett Ambrose's specialty. Ace Hardwood is probably no exception.
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"Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise."
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When Ace came downstairs that morning, Scarlett was already sitting at the breakfast counter, eating an apple and drinking apple juice.
"That's got to be redundant in some way," he said, nodding to her food and beverage choices.
"That's where you're wrong. This," she shook the apple at him, "Is a green apple and this," she picked the glass up and shook that at him, "Was made with fresh red apples."
"And how do you know that?" he asked, leaning against the counter.
Ace's hair stuck up gloriously in odd places; something Scarlett hadn't seen before. The sunlight streaming in through the window behind Scarlett highlighted the tips of his hair.
"It was on the juice carton," she said, tracing the outline of his messy hair with her eyes.
"You read the juice carton?" Ace raised an eyebrow.
"Well, there wasn't much else reading material," Scarlett shrugged, taking a bite of her apple.
"The books are in my study," Ace said. He never mentioned to her that she was welcome to pick one for herself. He just looked around the counter, "You didn't put on a pot of coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee," she said, "And that thing is way too fancy for me to want to mess with it and with your precious coffee."
Ace rolled his eyes and pulled out a coffee filter. "Why are you up so early?"
"Why are you?" Scarlett shot back.
Ace pumped his eyebrows. "You think I made a billion dollars by sleeping in?"
"That's such bullshit. I'm certain there are enough successful people who are night-owls."
"Why is it so difficult for you to answer a simple question, Ambrose?"
Scarlett shrugged, swirling her drink around in its glass. "I guess I like seeing that little vein in your forehead whenever I don't."
Ace smoothed his temple, making Scarlett laugh. "I guess I'm an early-riser."
"What are your plans for the day?" Ace asked, pouring coffee granules into the machine.
"If you'll allow me, my lord, I was going to go home, meet my friend and then bring some more clothes back here," she replied.
"Which friend? Grace or Danielle?"
Scarlett grinned, mischievously. "You remember the names of my friends that I mentioned once? Aren't you just completely obsessed with me?"
Ace put his elbows down on the counter and leaned in. "Trust me, Ambrose, if I were obsessed with you, you'd know."
"Does Belinda come on weekends?" Scarlett asked, hopefully.
