The manor was something fit for a royal family and there were rooms upon rooms. The place was practically a maze.
She explained to her son all the potential entryways she was noticing. However, nothing was damaged and there weren’t any signs of force. The alarms were still intact and the cameras saw nothing.
“Maybe that guy was right,” Edward suggested.
Amy gazed around the room. “You never know. Although my reputation would be ruined if I put ‘jewelry taken in a haunted house’ in the official report.”
“It could work if we found evidence of that. Carlyle knows more than he’s telling us. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”
“I think you watch too many movies.”
While examining a bedroom window, Amy’s entire body jerked from a stinging slap on her ass. Grimacing, she spun around.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” she snapped at her son.
Edward looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t slap my ass while we’re working,” she whispered this time, making sure that no one in the manor could hear them. “In fact, don’t ever slap my ass again. It’s not funny.”
“Are you serious? I didn’t touch you.”
“Whatever. Just don’t pull anymore gags while we’re working, or else I’ll kick you off my team.”
“I swear that wasn’t me,” he insisted. “I wasn’t even looking in your direction.”
Amy gave up and sighed. “Let’s go to the next room.”
“Sure, but I swear I didn’t do whatever you’re accusing me of.”
Giving her son a skeptical eye, she left the room and they went down the hall to a library. It was like something out of a movie, with a bookcase filled with classic literature, maps of the world and ancient artifacts.
There was a large window in the room, which made sense that burglars could enter from there, but then again, forensics had already inspected that area and found nothing. Amy stood in the library and imagined any possible way this room could have been used.
“This is the cleanest major burglary I’ve ever seen,” she said, before sarcastically adding, “I’m starting to think that Carlyle was right about this place being haunted.”
Before she could take another step, Amy felt an acute pain from deep within her core. At first, she worried it was some sort of unexpected, emergency medical issue. The feeling was twisting and turning the muscles around her lower abdomen. Her face grimaced hard.
“Are you okay?” Edward asked, rushing over to her.
“I… I’m fine. I’ll be okay.”
The bizarre twisting sensation in her core moved lower and the pain became an intense feeling of pleasure. Her g-spot was being pushed, pulled, and rubbed from deep within. Her legs nearly crossed as she stood there and her eyes turned wide.
“Mom?”
Amy gasped for air. “I suddenly have a newfound respect for the metaphysical…. that was a joke… let’s go outside. I need fresh air.”
“You look like you’re in serious pain.”
She tried walking gingerly. “It’s not pain anymore. I don’t want to describe it.”
The twisting feeling was beginning to fade, but whatever it was, it was still stroking her sensitive g-spot. Arousal and detective work never go together. She was a true professional and sex was always the last thing on her mind. Only now, because of whatever this was, her desires were being inflamed.