Page 63 of Enthrall Ecstasy
And there it was, her fetish shared with no sign of shame.
“That’s the least of what they’ll have you do.”
She folded her arms. “Good.”
“Did Faulkner get you in?” I gritted my teeth at the thought. “Is he paying for this?”
“No, it’s my money.”
Either my ears were ringing, or those monitoring alarms had sliced through my last nerve. Guilt, my old enemy, the brother of regret. It either suffocated you until you were useless or inspired you enough to do the unthinkable—go against my well-meaning scheme to keep her away.
“I think we can do better than Hillenbrand.”
She studied me carefully. “You don’t mean…?”
“Actually, I do—”
“You’re lying.”
“Enthrall. Monday. Noon. I’ll text you the address. Don’t be fucking late.”
“You’re serious?” She blushed wildly.
If she’d been bluffing about flying off to France, it had worked.
“Change of mind?” she teased.
“Yes, I’m offering you something far better than Hillenbrand,” I said, my voice husky.
“What is that?”
My jaw tightened, my thoughts spinning with what I’d do to her. “You have one minute to decide.”
Stopping her from flying to France was going to take some finagling. But that’s what I was good at—throwing the occasional smoke bomb and bringing out the mirrors. Going all Svengali on a woman to make her believe whatever I wanted.
Just keep her safe.
“Can you handle me?” She licked her lips.
There was no doubt our kinks were aligned. If I wanted it, we had the potential of becoming an erotic yin and yang…a blending of two souls who yearned to sin.
If Rue wanted to misbehave to that extent, I could oblige with an erotic fire and brimstone show that would ironically keep her protected. I’d have her burning up with so much sensual passion she’d forget she ever mentioned Europe. That place didn’t deserve an angel like her.
Rue moved closer and pressed her breasts against my chest. “What’s a better offer than Paris?”
“Pack for a week,” I told her.
“Immersion?” Rue shuddered, eyelids closing for a beat and then opening again, her blue irises brightening with all the possibilities.
“Run along now.”
“I still hate you,” she mumbled.
“Your brand of hate is intriguing.” I pivoted to walk away. “It gives me something to work with.” The loss of her body against mine felt likea thing. I already missed the warmth of her.
I headed back to the ER to deal with that annoying British photographer.
Rue couldn’t see that I was smiling.
