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Chapter 1
Blake
I glance at my watch again. She’s late. It doesn’t look good for Ruby Blue. Raven told me this one came highly recommended but starting like this isn’t going to work for me.
I pick up my phone to dial her. She can leave the whole damn thing. When the phone rolls over to voice mail, my chest is tight. I bite the inside of my cheek and push my phone into my pocket again.
When it rings, I yank it back out.
It’s the doorman.
“A Ms. Rachel Watts for you, sir.”
“Send her up,” I snap and end the call before the doorman can answer.
I walk to the front door, open it, and watch the elevator doors that open into my penthouse lobby. I drum my fingers against my thigh.
When the doors open, I’m ready to bite her head off.
Until Rachel Watts steps out of the elevator.
My heart damn near stops. And then speeds up, pounding blood that rushes in my ears. She’s drop-deadgorgeous.Light brown hair, blue eyes, bronze skin. And a young thing, she can’t be more than thirty.
“Mr. Ford,” she breathes and hurries to me, hand extended. I take it. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I had a flat tire, and my phone died. I couldn’t call roadside assistance, so I just got a cab and came straight here. I’m so sorry.” She’s rambling, her words tumbling over each other, but I don’t miss the slight French lilt to her words. Her skin is smooth, her hand tiny in mine. And the contact is electric. I let go of her hand to break it. She makes my head spin.
I fold my hands behind my back and pinch my lips together. Fine, if it wasn’t her fault… shit happens.
“I don’t have a lot of time left before my meeting anymore,” I say, my words clipped.
“I’ll be as quick as I can.”
I step aside to let her in. When she brushes past me, I get a whiff of her perfume. I press my hand against my chest, fingers splayed.
God, she’s breathtaking.
I shut the door and clear my throat.
“Where would you like me?” she asks.
In my bed, under me, naked and writhing.
The image makes my cock punch up in my pants. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“This way,” I say and lead her to the dining room. With my back to her, I have a chance to tug at my belt without her seeing me rearranging myself.
I lead her through the formal living room and the bar with its doors to the balcony.
“You have an impressive home,” she says behind me. Her voice is a little husky.
I want her to whisper obscenities in my ear with that voice. In that slight accent…
“Thank you.”
She stands close to me as she looks around.
“We should get started.”
“Right.” She snaps out of her reverie and opens her little leather briefcase. Professional. Modern. Fashionable.
