Page 94 of Holding You
“Okay,” she shouts back through the bathroom door. “I need about five more minutes.”
“I’m going to change then.”
“Sounds good.”
I change quickly, add some deodorant and cologne, and take a seat on the couch to wait for her.
Every thought stops when Ruby walks out of the bathroom.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t for my heart to pound the way it is right now.
I wasn’t expecting my brain to become obsessed with her the way it is at this moment.
Obsessed.
Addicted.
Both are accurate to describe the way my eyes are glued to her and my palms are growing sweaty.
It’s not a good look for me, but fuck.
Wow.
Although she maxes out at five foot five, those black heels make her slim legs look as if they go for miles. Not to mention where the emerald dress ends above her upper thigh.
Hell, if she turns around, I’m not so sure it’s going to cover her ass.
As if she can read my mind, she turns to duck back into the bathroom for something, and sure as shit, it barely covers her backside.
It’s backless with thin gold straps holding it up. I groan.
I don’t know what I was expecting for tonight, but this was not it.
“Do I look okay?” she asks. “You’re looking at me all weird.”
I nod.
“Yeah. Yeah,” is all I manage to choke out.
Her brows dip as she glares at me.
My response is clearly not the one she wanted, but I’m not so sure she would care for the one I want to give her.
“Thanks,” she says.
I clear my throat and pull myself together.
“What I meant to say was, you look nice, Ruby.”
“Nice,” she repeats. “Nice?”
“Yes, nice.”
She pops one hip to her side and rests her hand on it. She freezes with a huff for a split second before shaking her head and moving for the door.
“Nice is not the look I was going for.”
She passes me, grabbing her clutch off the little table near the door.
