Page 107 of Ruin Me Gently

Jesus. I needed to get a grip.

But then again…

If he was going to do things likethatto me, then follow it up with chocolate and smut like some kind of twisted reward, maybe it was only fair I returned the favour in my own way.

He’d seen plenty at this point.

And if I wasreallythinking about it, he was definitely an ass man. The way he’d grabbed me last night? The growl that slipped out of him when he did?

Yeah. He liked my ass.

Fine.

I exhaledsharply, lifting my phone, flipping the camera. My pulse hammered as I hooked my fingers into the hem of my skirt, dragging it up higher, until it was just my bare ass and black lace underwear filling the frame.

I hesitated. Just for a second.

Then I snapped the picture and sent it straight to him.

My phone buzzed almost immediately.

Mr Stalker

Jesus Christ. I’m working.

Lilith

Do I get one back?

Mr Stalker

I’m working.

Lilith

Where exactly are you working?

Mr Stalker

Not happening.

Lilith

Spoilsport.

Mr Stalker

One image attached.

Big, strong, long fingers splayed slightly, veins peeking just beneath the skin, the tendons sharp and defined in a way that made my heart stop.

Oh.

I really did have a thing for hands. Odd.

I swallowed, dragging my gaze over it before my eyes flicked to the background, searching foranyclue about where he was. The barest glimpse of hardwood floor was in the frame—polished, dark wood—but that told me nothing. Could be anywhere. Office? Apartment? Secret villain hideout?

Who the fuck was he, really? At this point, I’d seen more of his body than his face. And now? More of a damn floor than his face.

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