My body answers before my brain can protest.
I whisper, “You think I want you?”
His smile is pure sin. “I know you do, because I want you, and chemistry like this goes both ways.”
I should run. I should leave. I should be responsible. But his eyes are on my mouth, his fingers skim my wrist, and his breath is warm when he says, “Say yes.”
My sanity snaps like a cheap strap on lingerie.
“Yes.”
Sexy Nine Group Chat
(the one Ruby definitely shouldn’t have opened in public)
The Nasty Nine
Ava renamed the chat again.
Ava:
Ruby, where ARE you? I’m bored and need to live through your mistakes.
Sienna:
Same. Also, someone stole my desk vibrator. I’m putting a curse on the office.
Dr. Lana:
It’s in your top drawer, Sienna. How do you lose your own sex toy?
Sienna:
It MOVED, Lana. On its own.
I think the batteries are possessed.
Trey:
Can everyone shut up? I’m trying to write tomorrow’s gossip piece, and your toy is buzzing through the wall.
Ava:
RUBY ANSWER YOUR CHILDREN.
Ruby:
I’m in a bar, reducing my will to live. Please hold.
Ava:
Ohhh, who’s the man?
There’s ALWAYS a man when Ruby uses that tone.
Ruby:
There’s no man—only vodka.
