Page 11 of Ruby
Hilarious. You knew who I was all along, didn’t you, and you said nothing on purpose
Lover Boy
Your cut kinda gave it away
Ruby
I can’t believe this!
Lover Boy
Shhh, I’m trying to concentrate
Lover Boy
Just like I did last night, when I was sliding in and out of that hot, wet pussy. I didn’t wanna wash your scent off me this morning
I almost choke on my coffee for the second time.
Do not look at him.
Do not look at him!
All he wants is to get a rise out of me because he slept with a Stiletto. Now I’m thinking about it, maybe that was his MO all along? Something to give him ammunition back in Blackstone. Heck, no doubt he’ll brag about it.
I’m not usually bothered by what people say or think about me, but knowing it might get back to the girls has me fidgeting in my seat. This was all fun and games… until it wasn’t.
I calm my breathing.
Just ignore him.
Granted, that’s a little hard to do when I can feel him still staring at me.
Dustin—the stable hand and Jade’s new squeeze—joins us, and I try my best to take in what everyone is saying. Something about the Ridgehaven Hellions MC, our friends in Mississippi, or the Backroad Bandits stepping in if we need them.
I’m the goddamn VP, for heaven’s sake. I need to pay attention!
There is no me and Drifter… This is just a temporary glitch. One I won’t be repeating anytime soon.
Lover Boy
Aww, you’re cute when you’re broody
I blow out a slow exhale. He’s trying to get under my skin, and I won’t let him.
Lover Boy
Are we on repeat for tonight?
Don’t look at the text… But it’s too late. I already read it, and I’m fumbling. Embarrassingly, I drop my phone into my lap, and he snickers.
I’m graceful by nature; I don’t do goddamn jitters. And I certainly don’t get in a tizzy over a man.
He seems happy as a pig in mud, and of course he would be. Now Drifter has leverage over me, and he knows it. Of course, I could play dumb if he says anything to the girls. I could act like it never happened. They’d believe me, but even as I think it, a wash of sadness comes over me.
And this is exactly why I’m happy being single.
I don’t want to be gooey-eyed over a dude. I’ve been screwed around by enough of them over the years, so Mr. Pretty Boy over here can smile and stare at me all he wants. I can’t change who I am.
