He smiles slightly. “I’ll text you the address.”
“You don’t have my number.”
His smile widens. “Ruby… I own the company.”
MY BRAIN LEAVES MY BODY.
“I’m not going,” I whisper.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m..."
He leans in, voice low enough to melt the floor.
“I’ll see you tonight.”
He walks away, leaving me with a heartbeat that might qualify as a medical emergency.
I stand there gripping my folder like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality as the Nasty Nine peek around the corner like deranged meerkats.
Ava gasps dramatically. Sienna fans herself with someone’s report. Trey mouths the words:YOU’RE SO FUCKED.
I am. I absolutely am.
And the worst part?
I’m not even sure I want to be saved.
Ruby’s Pre-Meal Breakdown
SEXY NINE GROUP CHAT
Ava renamed the chat
Ava:
RUBY.
DINNER????
DINNER????
DINNER????
Ruby:
Please.
Be normal.
Just for five minutes.
I’m begging.
Sienna:
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
