“What part?” I ask, leaning in a fraction. “The interview? Or the way you can’t look at me without remembering the night we had?”
She flushes instantly. I’ve got her.
“Stop doing that,” she whispers.
“Doing what?”
“Trying to… to…” She gestures wildly at my entire existence. “Using your face like a weapon.”
I grin. “It works.”
“Unfortunately,” she mutters.
I lower my voice. “Meet me at the café across the street in an hour.”
She drops her gaze to her notepad. “I can’t, I have edits, I have deadlines, I have…”
“Ruby.”
She looks up.
My voice softens, but the meaning sharpens. “We’re not done.”
Her lips part just slightly. “Jaxon…”
“One hour,” I repeat.
I don’t wait for her answer; I don’t need it.
I walk away knowing three things:
One, she’s coming. Two, she’ll tell herself she shouldn’t. Three, she’ll do it anyway.
Because she felt last night too, she felt this morning, and because she feels this moment now, no matter how much she tries to fight it.
And because I’m not leaving this city, this building, or this floor until I get what I want.
Ruby, again, and again, and again.
One night wasn’t enough.
Now that she’s in my world, she’ll learn something very simple: Billionaires don’t chase.
But I do.
For her? I’ll hunt.
Ruby’s Billionaire Situation-Ship
SEXY NINE GROUP CHAT
Ava renamed the chat.
Ava:
RUBY DROP EVERYTHING
STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING
