“I have everything I need for it. If you can just use the black satin sheets, that will be fine.” She taps out something on her phone, before looking up at me. “I’ll be bringing someone with me.”
I nod, not sure what else to say. Sometimes the girls brought ‘extras’ to their shows, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before. That doesn’t stop the strange feeling I have, as I find myself in an odd predicament where I don’t want to leave but I also don’t want to stay. If I stay, she’ll seep further under my skin, fusing herself to my core. And when I leave, I want to be back by her side.
“I guess I’ll see you later then.” Biting the inside of my cheek, to force myself from saying anything else, I leave, passing by a small dark-haired woman who rushes over to Ruby, and just before I’m out of earshot, I hear her whisper, “Who is he? How do you know him?”
Looking over my shoulder, I give Ruby a small wave as she nudges her friend and murmurs something I don’t catch. What I can’t miss, however, is the cold way in which the woman regards me as she places a hand on Ruby’s arm.
“Hey, this is Dex.” Ruby waves to a tall man with broad shoulders and a smirk that makes me want to punch the slimy shit. He was good looking, but he fucking knew it.
He shakes my hand and something nags at me before I figure it out. “Dex Laurent, right? Don’t you have your own show with DIX?”
Dex was one of Hugh’s biggest earners. People always associated porn with men but women were just as eager to devour the visual feast laid before them, especially if it looked like Dex Laurent.
He grins, and gives me a wink. “Yeah, you seen it?”
“No,” I deadpan. I don’t need to feed his ego, he isn’t one of my regulars, and I don’t like the way he begins undressing as he’s still talking to me.
I make a face at Ruby, who shrugs. It hasn’t escaped my notice that she’s already got her wig and contacts on, and that makes a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. Even sex-on-a-stick Dex hasn’t seen the real Ruby.
Putting his belongings by my desk, he strides over to the large bed and lays back on the satin sheets. “Well, we’re doing a collaboration tonight. A little something to boost our followers.”
Adjusting my lighting, I test the angles as he poses. “Don’t you specialise in BDSM?”
When he gives me another cocky wink, I turn to Ruby. She’s pulling on a short pleather pleated skirt and harness over her demi-cup bra. Dex pulls out a paddle, some handcuffs and a few other little toys from a bag next to the bed. There’s a bitter taste in my mouth. I don’t like where this is headed, and I can’t distinguish if I’m jealous or just concerned even though I have those same tools, and worse hidden under the very bed he’s laying on. Ruby was the sexy siren, but she never did anything hardcore or too kinky, it was part of her charm, and he shouldn’t be the one to lead her astray.
The way Dex licks his lips when he glances her way makes the hair on my arms rise. “Ruby…Are you sure about this?”
She crawls onto the bed beside Dex, oblivious to his leery expression. “Relax, Carter, we’ve discussed it at length. I want to do this.”
Biting back my discomfort, I take a few shots of them together since you never know when they’ll come in handy for advertising, the bitterness getting stronger as she straddles him, her hands on his chest.
Chapter Four
Ruby
I don’t know what possessed me to invite Dex. No, wait. I do. It was because Carter was avoiding me at every turn, pretending to be busy. Something inside me snapped, and I accepted a proposal that I had been hesitating about because I wanted to see exactly how far I could push Carter. I wanted him to snap. To bend beneath the weight of my need.
Since the chocolates, little notes and roses have been arriving at my dorm all week, each proclaiming to love me, and claiming me as theirs, a small part of me hoped that it had been Carter leaving them, but the way he shuts me out in person tells me rationally that it wasn’t. I was just getting my hopes up because of the way he makes me feel when his eyes are on my body.
“Are you ready for this?” Dex almost groans in my ear as a hand snakes around my waist as a red light on the camera indicates we’ve gone live.
Swallowing, I nod. I invited Dex here for some light spanking, and a little rough play. We’d had a conversation about boundaries and creating a safe scene for the filming, but as I knelt in front of Dex, facing Carter, everything felt wrong.
Avoiding my gaze, Carter frowns and focuses on the monitors he has set up on the desk. Dex’s hands roam over my stomach as I give our introduction, smiling into the lens and pointing to where I know the heart and subscribe buttons are.
Nudging my hip, Dex gestures to Carter, who’s concentrating on the computer, deep lines setting in on his forehead. “What’s up, man?”
“We appear to be having a system malfunction.” Carter’s voice is quiet, but if I didn’t know better, I’d say he sounded almost smug as he presses buttons, trying to fix the issue.
“What?” Dex’s warm hand rests on my shoulder as he kneels behind me, I can feel his erection against my back.
Carter sighs, clacks some of the keys and shoots Dex a cold stare, as if his patience is running out. “The server is down.”
“Can’t you fix it?” Dex’s fingers tighten, digging into my skin. I know he was eager to work with me, he’d been asking me for months. I
