TWELVE (RUBY POV)

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"Good morning, Miss Langenheim," I nod and smile to greet the doorman while checking my watch. I'm eager to see Iselen but arrived some minutes earlier and now I'll have to wait in front of her door, getting increasingly nervous.

I haven't heard from her in almost a week till she phoned me to make this appointment, my stress levels were skyrocketing and I had trouble sleeping, I was tired and cranky and didn't understand why she was quiet. Our relationship was supposed to be special, more intimate than the ones she has with her other subs, she invited me to her house, we had dinner and slept together in her bed... it had to mean something, hadn't it? Even her cat adored me. I told her I loved her and thought I wasn't like any other client, but it seems to me that was my perception of the situation, not the way my Dom sees it, and I had to wait for her to agree to meet me like any other woman who comes to this building. How am I supposed to make her fall in love with me if she's determined to maintain a professional relationship?

Besides, it's not my fault if the party on the yacht ended up being a mess and that Black Mamba girl ruined her night. I don't even know who she is or why they hate each other. Iselen drove me home but refused to give me more information and I didn't dare to ask questions because she seemed to be in a bad mood, I thought it'd be better if I gave her some space to relax and we talked about my work, my friends, my dogs, her employees that are also her friends, where we'd go on vacation if we could just go away... She was smiling when we reached my street finally, told me I looked beautiful again and leaned forward to kiss me. We were making out in her car like we were teenagers, kissing and touching each other over our clothes till we were hot and gasping for air... And then, she told me good night and made sure I walked in my home safely before leaving. And didn't hear from her till yesterday when she phoned me.

"Damn it, I need to step up my game," I grumble moving towards the elevator. I need to find a way to become closer to her. "Hey!"

"Ruby Rose." My back hits the wall behind me and I hold back a cry, shocked. Ivory has appeared out of the blue catching me off guard, getting closer to me and grabbing my arm rudely, shoving me against the wall before leaning her hands both sides of my head, tilting her face towards mine, very close, I feel trapped between her toned body and strong tattooed arms and can't escape. I stare at her confused and a little scared, she's really close to me and her perfume smells heavenly despite her intimidating attitude, she smells of leather clothes and something sweet and sensual: amber, vanilla, jasmine... Her red locks of hair fall over her forehead but they don't hide her gorgeous grey eyes that are watching me closely, making me feel insecure because they look capable of seeing my soul.

"What?" I ask out of breath, swallowing hard and monitoring her movements like she's some kind of dangerous snake. I feel awkward but also undeniably turned on because, well, she's a beautiful woman and is really close to me, I feel her breath fanning my lips and can't help licking them in response. I guess it's time for me to admit I like confident and dominant women, it's pretty obvious.

"É vero?" she whispers looking right into my eyes like she wants to discover all my secrets. "Rumor has it that Iselen almost punched Black Mamba in her face on a yacht deck in front of all Hollywood big shots and you were there. Is it true?"

"Well, they had an argument..." I confess quietly.

"Really? Did Iselen punch her? Move away, Ivory, let the poor girl breathe..." The Italian girl moves a step back but remains close to me, she's tall and well-built and I still feel a bit overwhelmed by her presence and strong personality but Lisette has moved closer too and her warm smile makes me feel better; there're also two boys, one blonde and one with curly dark hair, that wait near the elevator expectantly.

"I'm late, sorry," Medusa comes running down the corridor holding a cookie in her hand. She looks like Barbie more than ever before wearing that short pink dress and her hair up in a ponytail embellished with a huge ribbon, only she's cuter than the doll. "Is it true? Has the boss taught a lesson to that bitch finally?"

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