You’re going.
You know you’re going.
And god help me… I want to.
CHAPTER 38
Ruby
My entire walk to his office feels like a crime.
High heels clicking, heart sprinting, brain short-circuiting. I swear my pulse is loud enough to set off security alarms.
By the time I reach his floor, my palms are sweating.
I knock.
“Come in.”
His voice. Low. Warm. Too calm.
I open the door.
He’s standing by the windows this time, not behind his desk. Sunlight hits his shirt in a soft glow, outlining his shoulders, his chest, I forget how to breathe.
He turns.
And the look he gives me?
Possession wrapped in restraint.
My knees almost buckle.
“Close the door,” he says quietly.
I do.
I don’t look at him as I step forward, not because I don’t want to, but because looking at him feels dangerous.
“Ruby,” he says softly.
I look.
And everything in me tilts.
His eyes sweep down and back up, slow, thoughtful, almost gentle.
“Come here.”
I step closer. Just within reach.
He doesn’t touch me.
Not yet.
But the air thickens, warm and tense.
“You look nervous,” he says.
