“Okay, quick before he comes back. What’s happened between you and Ruben?”
“I wish I could say something has, but it hasn’t. I already told you about him holding me after I’d been hit last week. He texted me once to see how I was doing, and he wasn’t in last night. Simon said he’d gone out on a booty call.” I shrug feeling sad.
“Hmm. Do you believe Simon? Or do you think he’s telling you that to get your back up?”
That hadn’t even entered my head. Could he? “Maybe? I don’t know. But I do know Ruben prefers the kind of women that can give him more than I’ll ever be able to give him.” I swallow down the knot of sadness that is threatening to overwhelm me. Even if Ruben was interested in me, I’d never be able to give him what he needs.
“You won’t know unless you try.” Liz pats me on the arm.
“He’s my boss. So if I make a total idiot of myself I’ll have to leave and I really like my job. It also pays above average wage.” I let out a loud sigh. “Ugh! I don’t know what to do, but it’ll all work out. I hope. For now though, I need to go across the street to buy some groceries. I’m out of a few things.” Sliding off the seat, I step on the foot rail in front of the counter and leaning over, I hug Liz. “Thank you for being here,” I whisper into her ear.
She smiles. “Take care of yourself, Rosie.”
I grin. “I will. Always.”
Waving back to Liz and Ed, I push my way outside and dash across the road to the corner grocery store, which seems to always be open.
Grabbing a basket as I walk inside, I pick up a pack of apples, only to pause when I feel someone close behind me—too close.
“Hello, Rosie.”
I quickly turn recognizing the voice. Simon. “I didn’t know you lived around here.” I’m sure he doesn’t.
“I’m off to a friend’s house when I saw you dash in here so thought I’d stop for a few minutes.”
“Oh.” I fidget with the bag of apples in my hand before it dawns on me what I’m doing and I drop them into my basket. Moving further around the display of fruit, I pick up a bag of grapes and add them with the apples.
The hair on the nape of my neck prickles as I shuffle under Simon’s stare. My skin feels like it’s crawling and I force myself not to turn and run. Why is he here? He’s never shown any interest in me before, so why now?
“Have coffee with me,” he suddenly asks running his fingers over his head. “Shit, I can’t right now. But another time.”
“Um, okay.” Why did I agree? Because he frightens you.
“That’s great. I’ll catch you later.”
He leaves me standing there as he heads out through the doors. He doesn’t even turn back and I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to. I’ve suspected for a while now that he has something to do with the problems at the club, but I’ve no real evidence. Simon started off as a kind of friend when I first started working at Kenza. But for a while now he’s been—odd, for want of a better word.
I really wish Ruben and his brothers would get to the bottom of all the trouble that’s been happening; I sure don’t want to admit to Ruben that I suspect someone might be selling drugs at the club. Knowing the luck I’ve been having lately, he’d probably blame me.
Chapter 5 ~ Ruben
With my head buried in the paperwork on my desk I try to avoid thinking about Rosie—no such luck. The woman has been driving me crazy, especially with her avoiding me since she started back at work. I don’t blame her really considering the mixed signals I gave her the night she was hit. Plus I’ve done my best not to run into her, having no idea what I’m supposed to say.
I’m thirty-five years old and clueless with Rosie. She turns me upside-down and no matter how many times I tell myself to stay away from her, I’m always pulled towards her.
She looks so damn innocent and the thought of teaching her what I like makes my dick hard-as-fuck and my balls ache, but it so isn’t going to happen. I’d probably terrify the life out of her introducing her to butt plugs and rope.
I like my women tied up—helpless—it’s their trust in me that I get off on, but only after I’ve made sure they are well taken care of. My brothers joke about whips and chains, but I’ve never used either. Silk scarves are a lot gentler to use around a woman’s wrist and ankles. In fact, Rosie would look beautiful spread out on my bed with her wrists and ankles secured to the posts with her gorgeous hair spilling out over my pillow.
Slipping my hand beneath my desk, I rub against my throbbing dick at the image in my head. I’d climb between her spread legs and use my mouth on her * to get her good and wet. Then I’d use my finger to work into her tight puckered hole before inserting a small butt plug.
My cock jerks with excitement.
“Ruben.”
Fuck!