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Pulling out my phone, I checked my messages. I’d had nothing from Ruby about The Loft being closed for the night.
‘Good evening, Ruby,’ Ewen’s low voice startled me, and I spun to see him in the doorway next to the bar.
‘Oh, hey. Where is everyone?’
‘I gave them the night off.’
My stomach flipped as nerves wrapped around me like vines encasing my body from the feet up. He watched me with an intense stare, his eyes flicking over me with interest.
‘Should I go?’ I asked.
‘No, Ruby. You and I are going to do a little practice training.’
Swallowing hard, I placed my bag on a chair and wrapped my arms around my waist. Practice? What on earth kind of practice did he mean? As far as I was aware, Ruby had never had any sort of one-on-one practice.
‘What do you mean?’
Ewen moved forward, walking slowly toward me. My breath hitched. The impulse to run and hide surged through me, igniting a palpable rush of desire between my thighs.
What is wrong with me?
Why was the idea of being cornered by him exciting? Terrifying, but thrilling?
He stopped a few inches from me, looking down into my face with an unreadable expression. ‘Go get changed.’
‘What into?’
‘Something that isn’t precious to you.’
My pulse thundered as I practically ran to the changing room, slamming the door behind me while my head buzzed. I could call Molly or Ruby to ask for advice. One-on-one training with my boss in a sex club couldn’t be wholly legal; he couldn’t make me.
I pulled up Molly’s details, and my thumb hesitated over the call symbol. However, I couldn’t bring myself to proceed, even though it seemed like the sensible thing to do. The memory of how he had made me feel the last time we performed together, and the way I had craved more, flooded my mind. With just a few weeks left before I finished covering for Ruby, I realised I might never see him again. What if I regretted missing the chance to explore what could have been between us? What if I ended up settling down with a nice guy after my degree and spent the rest of my life imagining Ewen’s face while my husband fucked me the way I should have wanted?
With trembling hands, I stripped off my clothing and selected a short, bodycon dress in baby pink—simple, cheap, and easily replaceable. I completed the look with matching mid-height pink heels and a light layer of make-up. My fingers grazed the ring that hung from the chain I wore around my neck—(the symbol of) my promise to my father to be a good girl. I tucked it into my cleavage below the dress and took a shaky breath.
What would Ewen do with me? Would he touch me and help me break through the wall I’d never been able to breach on my own? Would he pin me down and break me open? Would he take what I’d long wanted rid of but had never been ready to give?
Indulging in him whatsoever was a reckless decision, not to mention absolutely wrong. Still, I walked towards the stage where he waited for me.
‘Ruby, come join me,’ Ewen said, my sister’s name sounding harsh. He took my hand and led me up the stairs. He positioned me in the centre of the stage, where the ominous darkness of the empty room surrounded me..
‘Your dress is very sweet, not at all like something you’d usually choose.’
Shit. In my agitation, I hadn’t given a moment’s thought to emulating Ruby. I’d been so wrapped up in my own desires that I forgot he wasn’t looking to train with me; it was my sister he had in mind, and they couldn’t stand one another. Maybe he simply wanted to go over rules and performance tips.
I hated the way my heart sank.
‘It was just what was at hand,’ I said, my voice sounding smaller than I’d meant it to. Weak.
‘So you didn’t put it on to please me?’ Ewen walked behind me, and I shivered.
‘No.’
Liar.
‘Have you ever been restrained?’
I almost said no before catching myself. Ruby rarely spoke about work with me, so I had no idea.Taking a breath to calm myself, I tried to filter my responses.
