Chapter 41
Ruby
By the time we reach his office, my pulse is out of control.
He closes the door behind us.
Turns toward me.
And the look he gives me, soft, fierce, certain, undoes me completely.
“Ruby,” he says quietly, “come here.”
And god help me, I do.
Time moves weird after “Come to me tonight.”
Like the world knows I’m about to make terrible, delicious choices and decides to speed-run the afternoon.
I try to work. I really do.
But my brain is a slideshow of:
His hands
His mouth
The way he said “I haven’t stopped thinking about you”
The way he said “Tonight” like a promise
The way my body reacted like a Pavlovian thirst trap
By 5pm, I’m vibrating.
I get home, lock the door, and immediately fling myself face-first onto my bed.
“What am I doing?”
My pillow does not reply.
I peel myself up and stare at my wardrobe like it personally offended me.
Tonight. At his penthouse. The man is literal wealth and temptation in a suit, I can’t show up looking like I’m applying for an internship.
I open the closet.
Stare.
Panic.
Then grab my phone.
There is only one force in the universe powerful enough to handle this:
The Sexy Nine.