Revenge Sex by Jasmine Haynes Page A

she didn’t really like
the scratchiness of his overgrown beard between her thighs, and her
face always felt a little tender after she’d kissed him for too
long. “I would never leave Clay for you.”
    His features seemed to droop like a sad
puppy. “But—”
    She cut him off. “We had sex. That’s all. And
now you don’t even have a job.”
    “I’ll get another one,” he said, his gaze
hopeful.
    “Right,” she snapped. “You’d be better off
begging Greg to take you back.”
    He put out a hand, then dropped it as if he’d
thought better of touching her in this mood. “Please, Ruby,” he
pleaded. “It can all work out and be perfect for us.”
    “What I had was perfect.” Bradley had
screwed it up. What if Clay threw her out? She couldn’t afford
anything in this quality of neighborhood on her salary. Then she took advantage of the fact that Bradley
had removed his foot from the jamb and slammed the door in his
face. She threw the deadbolt for good measure.
    Pulling aside the lace curtain that covered
the narrow side window, she looked out across the expanse of lawn.
Bradley climbed into his car and sat. And sat . As if he
figured that eventually she’d have pity on him. What had she seen
in the boy, other than the fact that he’d caught her at a needy
time when she’d found a new wrinkle forming at the corner of her
eye. She loved the way she looked, she was proud of her trim body,
but even Ruby was sometimes taken off guard. It was a weak
moment.
    She should have listened to Clay. There was a
very good reason for not having sex with anyone she worked with.
And for not letting him into her own bed. Because when the guy got
absolutely hysterical with love for her, he knew where she worked
and he knew where she lived.
    If Bradley didn’t leave, she might have to
call the police.
     
    * * * * *
     
    The next morning, Ruby kept a low
profile—something she was not used to doing—did her work and
was exceptionally polite with anyone who tried to get in to see
Holt. Her smaller office fronted Holt’s more spacious one, but at
least she had a window.
    After being cooped up yesterday, the sun
streaming through the open blinds felt good on her arms as she did
Holt’s filing. She had a perfect system and could her fingers on
anything at a moment’s notice. She would not let one of the
AP girls file for her the way Clay did. They’d screw up her system
and make her look inefficient.
    She didn’t consider going up to see Clay. He
was in his man-cave, that thing men did when they had to think. It
was best to let him do it. He’d get over it. He’d hate it if she
whined.
    Her intercom buzzed. Holt wasn’t the kind who
drove a girl crazy with constant demands. Oh yeah, she’d had bosses
like that.
    She pushed the button. “Yes, Holt?”
    “You got a minute?”
    “Sure.” She clicked off.
    Holt’s office was multi-functioning. Two
monitors occupied his large desk, so he could switch between tasks.
Holt was a marvel, always doing more than one thing at once. A
six-person capacity conference table in the corner was for hands-on
meetings, and by the big bank of windows, he had a sofa-and-chair
grouping for more informal discussions with customers, investors,
and industry professionals. All the filing was done out in Ruby’s
annex.
    Holt was seated behind his desk. Ruby
daintily took the chair next to it, which was used for informal
one-on-one discussions. She didn’t bothered to pull her skirt down
over her knees. Not that it would reach anyway.
    “Are you okay, Ruby?” His brow knitted in
concern.
    “I’m fine.” Dammit, what had Clay told
him?
    “You were sick yesterday. I was worried.”
    She dipped her chin slightly, looking up at
him. “Worried?”
    Holt Mont gomery was a
good boss, a fair man, intelligent, witty, and drop dead gorgeous.
He was a fit fifty-two, with sexy gray hair and a strong face that
had far fewer lines than a man his age deserved. He’d married very
young, and his