Prologue
Ruby
I don’t know how Em talked me into this. Actually, I do. After all the shit we’ve gone through, she knows me better than anyone, and I trust her. “This will be good for you, Ruby.” “He’s just what you need, Ruby.” “Y’all have amazing chemistry.” “Trust me, Rubes, your sanity and your hoo-hah will thank me.” Now I’m calling into question both her sanityand mine. Because I’m on my second drink, sitting at the bar of my arch nemesis, waiting for him to come in, so I can proposition him. Yep, I mean exactly that kind of proposition.
I don’t want a relationship with Knox. Just sex. Hot, meaningless, get-your-groove-back sex. And although I’ve loathed the man for almost as long as I’ve known him, he’s still the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’ve had some sex. I just haven’t had any recently. Not since my cheating bastard of an ex ground my trust into the dirt and stole my confidence. The sad part is, I’m not sure I was ever in love with Barry. More like, he represented what I should want. And he didn’t want me. I shouldn’t let that knowledge affect me like I have, but it’s not just him. It’s every man I’ve ever been with. None of them seem to want me. I’m too loud, too brash, too competitive. Too much. There’s only ever been one man that never said those words to me. When we were friends, he only ever encouraged me to be the awesome person I am, and though we may not be friends anymore, we once knew each other better than anyone else alive. It’s why I need him to get me out of my funk now. He knows exactly what my body needs.
I’m proposing a four-week foray into bone-ville. No strings. We’ll both move on with our lives afterward. Because Knox and me? We don’t have staying power. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I learned it well. Not once, but twice. They say three times a charm, but I’ve never been one to put stock into clichés.