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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The gorgeous, confident and charismatic Scarlett Ambrose is perfect candidate to help Terrence Burke take down the...
"She was fed hate, but she was still so full of love."
~ S. L. Gray
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When Scarlett came downstairs and picked the paper from the foot of the door, the front-page article about the fundraiser held the week before screamed in her face.
As she skimmed the article and saw the sum that was donated to the children's fund, she smiled thinking of how a million of that had been from Ace, probably because he couldn't stand the men who were hitting on her.
She tossed the paper on to the breakfast counter and pulled out a new coffee filter. She hesitated.
Making coffee for Ace wasn't something she did regularly. She did it when she felt like; apparently this was one of those days.
After she let the coffee brew, she fetched a box of separated pomegranate seeds and sat down, ready to read the comics.
Ace came downstairs not too long after and silently poured himself a coffee.
Neither of them had spoken of the kiss they shared many nights before, but their exchange of usual banter had continued.
"Calvin saying anything interesting to Hobbes?" Ace asked, still standing near the coffee machine as he sipped it.
"Doesn't he always?" Scarlett asked, not looking up from the paper.
The sound of heels on the tile was an unfamiliar sound to Scarlett, who was the only one in the house who wore heels. She looked up to see a dark-haired girl walk in.
Her pace slowed when she saw Scarlett, but she approached the two at the counter all the same. "Who's this, Ace?" she asked.
"This is my assistant," he said, glancing between the two women.
"Oh, hi, I'm Lydia," she said, grinning.
Scarlett raised her eyebrows, but smiled. "I'm Scarlett. It's very nice to meet you Lydia."
Lydia exhaled. "Well, I'll be going. See you around, Ace."
She turned on her heel and walked out just as abruptly as she had come in.
Scarlett turned her piercing blue gaze to Ace, who looked at her over his cup of coffee. "Did you soundproof your room, or was she just not willing to agree with you that much?" She pumped her eyebrows at him.
Ace sipped his coffee.
"I mean, you didn't even tell me. Not even a sock on the door? Come on, Hardwood, that's not how you behave when you've got other people living in the house," she teased, "I could have thought you were dying or something, if I had heard."
"Mister Hardwood," Ace corrected.
Scarlett smirked. "That's in the office, Mr. I'm Trying to Avoid the Subject at Hand."
