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‘Tell me to stop.’
‘No,’ she sobbed while holding her stance firm.
Another lash brought a prick of tears to her eyes. Her thighs ground together, and I closed my eyes.
When I opened them, she had turned to see why I’d stopped. I grabbed her collar in one hand and dropped my crop, pulling her toward me as she looked up at me wet-eyed and panting.
Sliding a hand between her thighs, I was met with soaked panties. She wasn’t acting at all. Some things you couldn’t fake. I pulled my hand away and took a step back. I needed air. How the fuck had she done a one-eighty, and why was I tumbling into a dark temptation to have her?
‘Go get changed,’ I told her, pulling her offstage to a smattering of applause from the crowd.
‘Why did you stop?’ Disappointment laced her words.
‘Why didn’t you?’
I left her there and made my way out of the fire escape, taking deep gulps of the cold night air.
Why didn’t she?
I didn’t know, but I intended to find out.
I fumed as I stormed to my office, ignoring Adam as he tried to get my attention. I didn’t know what had gotten into Ruby, but I intended to find out. Flicking through the staff files, I found her address, and decided it was time to go for a drive.
Ruby Henderson.
204A Commerce Street.
Glancing up at the street sign affixed to a building on the corner, I reassured myself that I was in the right place. I’d driven ahead of the club closing and awaited Ruby’s arrival. Not that I had a plan in mind. But something was going on, and I wasn’t going to sleep until I figured out what she was up to.
Was it a bit insane? Maybe. But she’d been confusing me the entire week and learning that her reactions weren’t fake had thrown me off kilter. I needed an answer.
Warm yellow light flicked on, illuminating a window above the cafe at number 204. Ruby came into view. How had she gotten in without me seeing her? I had a clear line of sight to her front door and left the club first. A man appeared, and I gripped the steering wheel as he embraced her. There must be a back entrance.
Unwarranted rage seeped into my veins at the sight of her in his arms. Less than two hours earlier, she’d been gasping at the kiss of my crop and soaking her panties for me, only to come home and waste it all on another man’s dick.
Dark thoughts clouded my mind as I watched them practically feast on one another in plain view of the street. I could break in, shove my knife into his throat, and fuck her across his dying body. I could snatch her and tuck her away in my mansion to keep her as my little pet. No-one would know.
I shook my head and tried to ground myself. What the fuck had gotten into me? She’s just a woman. There were plenty more.
When he turned Ruby toward the window and pressed himself into her from behind, the memory of her sweet whimpers had my grip on the wheel so tight that my fingers ached. His hand slid between her thighs, and her hot, wet panties flashed in my mind.
I’d kill him.
Fuck, no. No, I wouldn’t. She can fuck who she likes. I’d seen her sleep with dozens of guys at work and never cared. I had to be sick. The electrical wiring in my brain had gone faulty.
A movement down at street level dragged my eyes away from the exhibition, only to have me double-taking. There, approaching the door, was Ruby. Her hair was thrown into a loose bun, and the makeup was gone, but without a doubt, it was her.
Looking between the window and the woman on the street, I tried to piece together the information. The woman in the window was also, very clearly, Ruby as well.
Then the man lifted one of her legs high, spreading her open and giving the neighbourhood a full view of him slamming into her. On the end of her leg was a cast.
Realisation hit as the Ruby who had whimpered beneath my fingers reached the street-level entrance. Ruby hadn’t been Ruby at all. It explained the total attitude change and the wide-eyed wonder of the woman in my club.
So who was the delightful little morsel who’d stolen my mind right out of my head?
I switched on the ignition as the door closed behind imposter Ruby, smiling to myself.
I’d sure as hell find out.
