He’s right in front of me.
I have to go.
Pray for me.
Ava:
WE’RE PRAYING AND RECORDING.
Ruby:
WHAT.
Trey:
Not you, sweetheart.
We’re recording each other screaming.
Sienna:
SEND US A VOICE NOTE THE SECOND HE LEAVES.
Ruby:
I hate you all.
Ava:
Go get your billionaire, baby
CHAPTER 4
Ruby
Jaxon Cole is walking toward me like he owns the floor he’s stepping on. My stomach drops so fast it legitimately might still be in the elevator downstairs.
He looks even better in daylight. He’s wearing a suit cut to sin. His sleeves are rolled just enough to show the veiny forearms the Nasty Nine are actively drooling over through the windows. His jaw is sharp enough to slice morality clean in half.
And he’s smiling at me. Not a polite smile. Not a corporate smile.I remember the sounds you made last night,smile.
I want to faint, or combust, or teleport, or all of the above.
“Ruby,” he says when he reaches me, his voice warm enough to make my knees rethink their purpose.
I blink up at him, desperately hoping my face doesn’t betray the absolute meltdown happening inside my soul. “Jaxon. Hi. Hello. What… um… what are you doing here?”
Smooth, Ruby. Very smooth.
His eyes sweep over my face, visibly amused. “I had a meeting.” He pauses. “A very productive one.”
Great. Corporate dirty talk. I’m doomed.
“Well,” I say, clutching my folder so tightly the edges cut into my palm, “I hope it was… you know… productive. As you said. Productive. Yes.”
Jesus Christ.
Behind us, I hear Ava gasp like a starving woman watching dessert.
