Page 13 of Ravage

I splutter a laugh. "Did you really just say that?"

"Hey, you were the one going on about how you can have sex without feelings. He looks like he would fuck hard."

I stare at my sister, stunned. "And what would you know about fucking hard, sweet, innocent sister of mine?"

She smirks. "I read a shit tonne of dark romance. And I own a vibrator. I'm not a complete prude, you know."

I smile. "No, sis. You definitely aren't."

Our food arrives, and as the two men are leaving with their coffees, Cam gives me a wink.

I can't help but smile back.

Even though there's absolutely no way we'll be seeing each other again.

6

LET THE FUN BEGIN

CAM

After workingthe last of five night shifts in the early hours of Friday morning, I had been more than happy to collapse into bed around 4 a.m., praying that my neighbours' dogs wouldn't wake me as soon as they leave for work.

I usually take days to recover from a week of night shifts, and if Connell's invitation hadn't seemed like a one-time kind of deal, I would have been asking to rain check.

But when the black Audi pulls up out the front of my house at exactly 9pm, I'm waiting out the front in my one and only suit. I honestly have no idea what to expect from this evening, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be an experience.

After seeing Imogen at the cafe on Tuesday, I'm really hoping I'll see her tonight. She'd clearly been checking me out, cause when I'd first noticed her sitting there, her eyes were glued to my arse. She hadn't even blushed, just kept right on watching me, which I found so fucking hot. It had taken a substantial amount of self-control not to smirk, but I'd promised Connell that I'd keep my knowledge of the club under wraps, and I'm pretty sure recognising the director ofoperations outside its walls would count as acknowledging its existence. I hadn't been able to resist giving her a little wink as I left, though.

Did the director of operations take part in what I'm guessing is going to be a sex show? She doesn't seem like the type to let people watch her fuck, but who really knows what a person is like on the inside?

"Mr Collins," the driver says as I slide into the backseat of the Audi, turning to nod at me.

"Hey. Cam is fine."

He gives me an apologetic smile. "No can do, sir. Everyone is Miss or Mr when they get in the car, boss's rules. I'm David."

I quirk an eyebrow. "So you get to be David, but I have to be my old man?"

He shrugs. "Unless he's into some pretty interesting shit, I'd say you're safe from turning into your old man this evening."

I laugh, shaking my head. "I really don't want to know if he'd be into interesting shit. Would make Sunday night dinners far too uncomfortable at the Collins household."

He grins before turning back to the front and pulling the car away from the curb. "I like you already, Mr Collins. There are cans of your favourite beer in the ice bucket, if you'd like a drink?"

I glance down at the floor on the other seat, seeing several cans of the IPA I enjoy from my local brewery.

"How the hell did you know that was my favourite beer?" I ask, sufficiently weirded out.

"Mr DeLuca does extensive research on anyone who comes to the club. He could probably tell you things about yourself that even you don't know."

"Well, that's not creepy or anything."

He grins again, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Freaked the shit out of me the first time I met him, too. But the safety of his staff is his number one priority, and you'd be surprised how many creepy-arse people he's turned away after a quick internet search."He turns to glance at me as he stops at a red light. "In the back of the seat in front of you, you'll find four masks."

I reach into the seat pocket, still reeling from the whole 'mystery rich man knows all about me' thing. I'm starting to wonder if this wasn't all a mistake. I might be curious, but I don't like knowing some guy has been looking into my life without me even knowing.

I pull out four masks of different colours and hold them up. "What are these for?"

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