The color drained from Ruby’s face, and Bennett put her coffee aside. “Look, I have no reason to lie to you because whatever I say to you will never be heard by anyone else. So, if you ask a question, expect an honest answer, and if you don’t want honesty, don’t ask a question. Like I said earlier, I enjoyed our time together last night, but if you’re now wary about continuing whatever this is between us, the door is over there. Feel free to walk out if you’d like. This can easily end as quickly as it began. No hard feelings. No reprisal, and I promise, as long as you stick to our agreement, no harm will come your way.”

Ruby took a minute to think, and while she did, the color returned to her cheeks. “I don’t think I want this to end just yet,” she said quietly. “I was actually hoping we could pick up where we left off last night.” Ruby put down her coffee, and loosening the tie on her robe, she shrugged, and the red silk floated to the floor. “What about you?”

There was no need for Bennett to hide her lascivious appreciation of Ruby’s nakedness, so she didn’t. She took her time, her eyes traveling from one of Ruby’s breasts to the other, the dusky pink tips holding her interest for more than a few moments before Bennett’s admiration drifted south to Ruby’s landing strip. The curly red strands offered proof the woman used no hair dye, and Bennett unconsciously licked her lips.

Bennett’s eyes met Ruby’s, and as they smiled in unison, Bennett knelt before Ruby. “I think that’s a marvelous idea,” she purred. “Where do you suggest we start?”

Ruby leaned against the counter, and lifting her leg, she draped it over Bennett’s shoulder. “What would you think about…um…a little breakfast?”

Bennett’s libido lurched as she breathed in the scent of Ruby’s arousal, and just before she was about to savor what was being offered, Bennett said, “I do like a woman who understands the need for sustenance.”

Chapter Twenty

Late Sunday afternoon, Ruby rolled to her side, opening her eyes when a sweep of her arm came up empty. She blinked away the sleep, and noticing a glass mug on the nightstand, Ruby picked it up and sniffed the light-brown contents.

“That’s green tea,” Bennett said, standing in the door to the bathroom wearing her robe. “I thought you might like some.”

“What about you? I only see one cup.”

“I’ll have something else soon.”

“Oh,” Ruby said, taking a sip of her drink. “What does blood taste like?”