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I stop short when I see Ben’s shadow come up behind Phoebe. She steps to the side with distaste, making no secret of the fact that she barely tolerates his presence. That makes two of us.
His eyes land on my dress. “The fuck’reyougoing?”
“Out,” I snap shortly.
His eyes veer to Phoebe. “What’s she doing here?”
“Sheis staying over to look afteryourkids,” Phoebe retorts before I can answer.
Ben doesn’t even acknowledge her. I wonder if he forgets that Phoebe was Sienna’s friend, too. That she lost Si, just like he and I did.
If he does remember that, he shows no sign of it. He just refocuses his glare on me. He’s been a little extra abrasive since the night Ruslan threatened to cut his hand off, though he’s kept his distance.
“I need to talk to you,” he growls.
“I’m about to leave, Ben.”
“Well, this is important. I need—”
Theknock-knock-knockat the door has his mouth clamping shut. Phoebe gives me a satisfied smile. “Ruslan has excellent timing. Another point in his favor.” She wiggles her fingers at me. “Have an amazing time, Cinderella.”
She shoots me a wink and disappears down the hall towards my room. I walk over to the door but pause before I open it. “What did you wanna talk to me about?”
He scowls. “That him?”
“Yes.”
He blanches and backs away towards his room. “We’ll talk later then.”
Suppressing a smile, I open the door and walk right into Ruslan’s arms. I drop a kiss on his lips and, when I turn to close the door, Ben’s already disappeared.
“You look sexy as hell,” Ruslan rumbles as he curls an arm around my waist. “I might have to get a taste of you right here and now.”
“Right back atcha.” I finger his open collared shirt as I lean close and add in a seductive whisper, “But if you think I’m letting you get me naked in this roach-infested hallway, you’ve lost your mind.”
He laughs and nips at my neck, then we make our way out of the building and out into the heart of the city. I really must look sexy because he doesn’t take his hands off me. With the exception of getting in and out of the SUV, he has at least one palm on my waist at all times. You’d think the possessiveness would be claustrophobic, but I can’t stop smiling.
His club is understated on the outside. I particularly love the dark tunnel adorned with black and whites of old New York City. But the moment we enter the body of the beast, it feels like I’ve stepped from the past into the future.
Neon. Bass. Roving lights, dancers on high pedestals, so much to see and hear and smell in every direction that I don’t even know where to begin.
Ruslan’s arm only winds tighter around me as he drops his lips to my ear. “What do you want to do?”
“Mr. Control Freak is askingmewhatIwant to do?”
His grin is intoxicating. “Thought I’d mix things up for once.”
“Then I want to dance!”
Cheesing from ear to ear, I drag him onto the middle of the dance floor. A huge, studded disco ball revolves overhead, bathing us in strobe lights as the music intensifies.
When was the last time I was in a club? When was the last time I danced?It’s been so long ago that the last dancing partner I can remember is Sienna. I brace myself for the usual pang that comes up whenever I think of her—but for once, I don’t feel sad that she’s gone.
I’m just grateful I got those wild, carefree moments with her, however brief they were.
I keep a hand on Ruslan’s shoulder while I roll my body into his. The music is so loud that I can feel it in my bones. The only way to communicate is through body language. Luckily, Ruslan knows exactly how to communicate with his. I shouldn’t be surprised, really—the man is good at everything.
He spins me around, pulling me close enough to slide his hand up my skirt. The way his hands glide over me, touching and caressing without ever lingering for too long—it feels like a dance in and of itself. A dance meant to drive me crazy. Every time his fingers run up my inner thigh or snake over my breasts, I shudder with longing, wondering just how far his public sex fetish is capable of going.
