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Jaxon:
We need a follow-up session.
Tomorrow morning.
My office.
9am.
Her reply arrives one minute later:
Ruby:
kay.
One word. Short. Simple.
But she typed it fast.
She’s flustered.
Good.
Tomorrow I’ll take us further.
Not all the way.
Not yet.
But enough that she stops lying to herself.
Enough that she stops running.
Enough that she looks at me the way I look at her:
Like everything else can wait.
RUBY
My phone buzzes.
A new message.
From him.
I feel heat crawl up my neck.
Tomorrow.
9am.
His office.
That’s too soon. Too close. Too intimate.
Too… everything.
I inhale sharply.
