Page 136 of Enthrall Ecstasy
All the work I’d done on regaining some semblance of peace was on shaky ground because he was literally the storm I’d craved. The edge of this hurricane felt addictively alluring.
My thoughts returned to the room down the hallway where a beautiful woman waited, which helped my resolve, if I was going to be honest.
Thinking of Rue steadied me.
“Rue’s in the Harrington,” said De Sade as though reading my mind.
I imagined how she’d be feeling and what she’d be wearing. How she’d respond to my return. She thought she wanted this, but when it came to reality it was an entirely different experience. I’d be reading every micro-expression, checking in with her to make sure she wanted to continue with everything we offered.
I wondered if Faulkner was in there yet.
I tried to walk around De Sade. “I’m late. Excuse me.”
“You’re still angry with me.”
“I just…”
I didn’t want to say I was concerned, that I thought Rylee was probably going to hurt him again. It would come across as sounding bitter and lacking compassion.
My dignity was still intact, at least.
His mouth twitched. “Go on, say it.”
“You deserve to be happy.” I looked over his shoulder.
“It’s me, Shay.”
Why did he have to say my name like that? Like he used to? Like on those Sunday mornings when he’d bring me coffee and theTimesbecause he knew I loved working on the crossword.
I often finished the puzzle before he’d even gotten the first word. He liked that about me. What I liked about him was fucking everything.
“What do you want me to say?” I snapped.
“We can still be friends.”
“I don’t want you in there,” I bit out.
Didn’t want to take a chance on any fallout.
BecauseIwas the fallout.
The collateral damage.
I didn’t want anyone else close to this.
It’s just a fuck in a room with a submissive.At least that’s what my brain was trying to convince me to believe.
No, it was a trap within a trap.
Maybe Rue and I could be more if I ever had the time to mess up my life again.
Only I don’t.
My heart contracted with that thought, and then hardened into granite.
De Sade turned to look back toward the suite. “I think she’s good for you.”
“Rue?”
