“Oh it is.”
As I start to follow her toward the exit of the club I catch sight of Rosie talking to Hunter. She has her back to me so I’m hoping she missed the discussion I’ve just had with Miranda. But I need to tell her I’m going out for coffee because I’m not prepared to screw our relationship up again. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. So with this in my mind, I pull Miranda up short.
“I need to talk to someone first. I’ll meet you across the street in five minutes.”
She doesn’t look happy but I watch her exit the club before I turn and walk toward Hunter and Rosie wondering what the hell they’re talking about for so long.
Coming up behind Rosie, I slide my arm around her waist and pull her against me. The scent from her newly showered hair wafts up and fills my nostrils with strawberries and my girl. Only Rosie ever turns me on with just the scent of her. I could stay wrapped up in her forever and never get tired.
She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck. I notice Hunter slip away as my hands land on her bottom. Pressing her against me, I nuzzle along her neck and into her hair, which she hasn’t pinned up for work yet. “Ruben. What’s wrong? And what did that woman want?”
I freeze at her words and all the lust I’m feeling deserts me. I’d hoped she hadn’t caught sight of me talking to her, but I guess that was too much to hope. At least she’s still holding me tight. She hasn’t pulled away yet.
How the fuck, do I explain Miranda? Taking a deep breath, I try, “She’s someone I met a while back before we got together, and for the interest of full disclosure, yes I had sex with her once and only once. I haven’t seen her since until she showed up here. Apparently, she knows something about the trouble the clubs been having and wants to go for coffee to discuss it. I’m going. But I promise I don’t have any feelings whatsoever for her.” She just stays silent in my arms and for the first time I really can’t read what she’s thinking. Usually her thoughts are all over her face, but not this time. “Rosie, please. I need to know what she knows. I have to go.”
When I think I may have lost her, she looks up from me and smiles, kisses me as though she’s never going to get another chance, which sends all my blood shooting south to my already growing erection before using her hand to squeeze my junk. Then with a pat to my balls, she saunters away, blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. Fuck me! She really does have me by the fuckin’ balls.
Chapter 28 ~ Rosie
Blowing a kiss over my shoulder to Ruben, I try to keep my sultry look on my face so he doesn’t see how worried I am. I have no doubt that he told me the truth about his past with her, but I can’t help feel a bit insecure. My relationship with Ruben is so new and kinda went from zero to fifty within a very short time. He’s a hot guy and I know he attracts female attention everywhere he goes. I just need to accept that he’s mine for now and, hopefully, for longer. But the bigger question is do I trust him. With how I grew up, I once said I’d never trust anyone again, but Ruben has really gotten under my skin and I do trust him. I trust him to be true to me. It’s difficult for me and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let him use restraints, but so far in our relationship he hasn’t even hinted at using them and seems to get aroused quickly enough without. God, does he get aroused easily, at least around me. Whenever I rub against him, he’s hard in all the right places.
My concentration is playing hell with my work tonight. Five minutes he’s been gone and I’ve already screwed up two drink orders. Just about to screw up my third, a hand covers the glass and grabs the bottle of scotch in my hand.
“Jameson,” Hunter reminds me.
“Shit.” I snatch the scotch from Hunter and slam it back into place on the shelf before grabbing the Jameson beside it.
“Rosie, you need to concentrate. Ruben isn’t going to do anything stupid to screw up with you. Anyone can see that. So concentrate on what you’re doing and he’ll be back before you know it.”
Glaring at Hunter, I over pour the whiskey, although the guy waiting has no objection and throwing cash on the bar grabs his drink.
While I’m trying to hold Hunter’s stare, movement just over his shoulder catches my eye. Simon and that guy.
“They’re back,” I mouth to Hunter who glances above my head to see their reflection in the mirror that runs along the top of the bar.
“Stay away from them Rosie.”