Page 12 of Ruined
“And I’m not asking that you do that, Haley. I’m asking why you haven’t.”
With that, he took a step back and spun around slowly, his eyes tracing the room, until he finally came back to me.
“You think you’re better than everyone else. That you’re above your coworkers.” A smirk gleamed across his face. I closed my fists. What was he implying? “You’re a good girl. Is that it? You would never do anything like that.” He tilted his head down. “Breaking the rules. You’re not likethem.”
“What are you saying?”
“You’re too good to have sex for money. Even if it meant canceling your debt to Dahlia.”
“You don’t know how much I owe.”
“I don’t need to.” He grinned, then. I wanted to slap him. “Everyone has their breaking points, Haley. Even you.”
I don’t know what took hold of me, but I said it anyway. “Just like you have a breaking point, Mr. Conway.”
The smile dropped from his lips, like a sudden shift in the air had forced him backward. He grabbed the clipboard off of the couch and handed it back to me.
“Mark client for ‘yes’ under restraints and force.”
I suppressed a shudder. A fluttery sensation swam in my stomach. I marked the appropriate boxes. The idea of him restraining me and using force wasn’t something I was ready for. I hardly knew him. For those options, I left the server boxes unmarked. Leaving a box empty meant that it was open-ended; this way, servers could entice without giving consent. There was still a chance.
“And touch, Mr. Conway?”
“Mark ‘yes’ for the client.”
And for that one, I marked ‘yes’ for the server. It was a given in most cases. A friendly touch was acceptable.
“Now the section on dominance and submission,” he said. “Kneel.”
I stared at him for a moment. The hint of green in his eyes seemed to taunt me, daring me to disobey him. And though I knew that there were panic buttons I could hit and instantly have him banned from the club, I didn’t want to. There was something about Lucas that drew me to him like a light in the darkness. A level of destruction in the way he demanded and moved, that made me want to go closer. To know him. To know the danger that roared and beckoned me forth, in the simple way he commanded me.
“Kneel, Haley,” he murmured.
I kneeled on the floor, pulling my robe to the side, exposing my thighs. He came and sat on my side of the room. I kept my knees together and nestled the clipboard in my arms. Right as I picked up the pen, he rested his shoes on my thighs.
His dress shoes. Immaculate. Reflecting my shock back at me. Resting on my thighs. Using me like a footrest.
What the hell?
“What are your kinks?” he asked.
I blinked. Was he seriously asking that question while using me like a footrest? My lower belly tingled, both at the degradation and at the shame for letting this turn me on. Why? Why him? Why this? Was it being used like an object? That he demanded me to kneel? Or was it him? Lucas Conway. A gorgeous billionaire who had picked me.
Those lips pursed into the most irresistible smirk. Damn him.
“Haley?” That deep, soothing voice.
I shook my head. “This isn’t about me, Mr. Conway. This is about you and your experience.”
“I’m not interested in your acting efforts. I want to know what you want.” He looked around, then gestured at the pole. “I want to see you on that.”
“No,” I whispered.
“No?”
He raised an eyebrow, and I shook my head. “Not that.”
He opened his lips to speak, but stopped. He raised a hand, as if to say to himself, another time.
