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5- Ruby

Sebastian

It was a pleasant surprise to see the woman who intrigued me so much last night again, I'll make sure she doesn't escape my grasp as soon as she did last night. The first thing I did that morning was order Walter to find out who this woman in question is who killed a man in cold blood with a letter opener and then had sex with me as if it were no big deal. She didn't leave my thoughts and I was really upset for the first time in my life that I didn't know who she was, if I did, I could make a move immediately and not depend on time and luck to find out who she is. All that was left behind was her panties, which for some reason were thrown behind a pillow, I guess she was in a hurry. I thought of it as a little souvenir of her. Now, she's in front of me, dancing and moving in a sexy, flexible way on a pole dance pole and I'm hard as a rock. She looks a little different from what I saw yesterday, there are tattoos all over her white skin, a wig covers her shiny blonde hair and she looks like someone else, if I wasn't an extremely detailed and observant person, I wouldn't discover that she is the same woman I was with last night, the decisive moment, when I knew for sure that it was her, was when she danced on my lap, her unmistakable scent invaded my nostrils and I breathed heavily enjoying her unique smell. It's unlike anything I've ever smelled, an enveloping mixture of flowers and something more pungent, I have no idea what it is, but it gets me hooked like a damn pheromone.

I tried to keep my mind calm while I waited for her to come back from talking to that damned old man. I confess that the urge I felt to cut off his hands was overwhelming, he was touching the woman I want so carelessly, he should have been smart enough and stood aside when I expressed my desire to have her to myself, it was even worse when she made it clear that she was choosing him as her priority over me. What the hell does he have that I don't? He's just a depraved old man who's incapable of offering her anything good, I can do much better, I know I can. I want to go into that room and kill him with my bare hands, torture him for touching something of mine and watch him die slowly for touching something that doesn't belong to him so carelessly. I grabbed the first woman who passed by me, trying to dispel the thirst for blood, that old man's blood, to be precise. It was a few minutes before she appeared again, now with a soft, satisfied smile on her face and I wondered what on earth she had achieved with that old man who made her so happy. It's hard to admit, but I'm so intrigued by this woman, I want her all to myself, I should make her an irresistible offer, the best offer she's ever received in her life. I'll think of something.

She's no longer wearing the clothes she wore to introduce herself, now she's wearing a baggy shirt and pants torn at the knee, the wig remains, as do the tattoos and the heavy make-up. Her red lips close in a straight line when she realizes that I have a woman on my lap. I look at the brunette on my lap and then at her. If it were any other time, I wouldn't think twice about fucking this beautiful, willing woman on my lap, but today, I have better things and unfinished business, so it won't be this time.

Leaving the brunette aside, I got up and walked over to her, determined that she wouldn't leave my sight until I'd satisfied my desire and curiosity.

- Have you finished what you were doing? - I ask.

She nods immediately.

I can't stop the next question, I need to know.

- Did that old man touch you? - I ask sulkily.

I can't keep the anger I feel out of my tone, she should have gone with me from the start, I don't want her to get angry and kick me for being an idiot and interfering in her work and so I endured in silence while she went with that damned old man, but that doesn't mean I don't hate the idea of him touching that soft skin. She's no ordinary woman, that's clear to me, so I can't treat her the way I do all the others, she doesn't seem to be afraid of me and she looks just as dangerous as I do.

- Not the way you're going to touch me. - she replies with a small, mischievous smile.

I like that. I like this impertinence.

- Are you sure? - she asks, just to make sure she really means it.

- Look, my business with him was just work, so if you don't want to believe me, you can go back to the woman on the sofa. - she replies annoyed as she rolls her eyes and points with her thumb at the woman who is still on the sofa and watching us curiously.

I accepted her words knowing for sure that if I insisted in any way, she would leave me behind immediately and without a second thought. She wants me, but she doesn't seem likely to beg for any attention from me and that's what makes me excited. The sweet thrill of the hunt, knowing that any moment with her could be the last, as her actions are out of the ordinary.

A mysterious and intriguing woman.

I took her hand and left the place, all the way to my hotel room, she was humming softly and that aroused my curiosity. Something like this has never happened before, but I'm really interested in getting to know this woman and I need to talk while my mouth is away from her body.

- What made you so happy? - I ask, trying to keep the curiosity I feel out of my voice.

- Oh, it's no big deal. Just the work, which is going very well. - she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

That piques my curiosity.

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