She opened the door to the room to find another spare bedroom. But unlike the others, which looked rarely used, this bedroom was well decorated and furnished, the bed fully made with linens and extra pillows.

Ruby frowned. Was it a guest room? It was too nice. Too made up. It looked too well used. And the decor in it was different. Whereas the beds in Ruby’s room and the master bedroom were made with crisp cotton sheets in neutral, light colors that matched the rest of the house, this bed was made up with dark satin sheets and velvet pillows. The lighting was different too. Darker, softer.

More sensual.

Ruby took a step into the room, then another, not knowing what she was looking for. She simply had this feeling. She walked over to the four-poster bed, running her hands along the satin sheets. Next to the bed were matching nightstands. She opened one of them up.

Her mouth dropped open. Inside the drawer, laid out neatly on a bed of velvet, was an assortment of handcuffs.

Ruby slammed the drawer shut and opened the one below it. More cuffs, this time made of leather. She opened the bottom drawer. Ropes, all neatly coiled, lined up by length and color.

Ruby’s heart thudded hard inside her chest. She looked around the room. There was a dresser and a closet on the far wall. She walked over to the dresser and opened the drawers one by one. Two held an assortment of whips. Another was filled with blindfolds, gags, and all kinds of leather straps. Another held an array of intimidating-looking metal tools and restraints. She found more of the same in the closet.

Heat suffused Ruby’s entire body. So this was what Yvonne meant about her ‘tastes.’ Ruby had suspected that Yvonne was the dominant type, but she’d had no idea just how seriously Yvonne took it all.

This had to be why Yvonne kept rebuffing Ruby. Did she think that Ruby wouldn’t be interested in all this?

Yvonne couldn’t be more wrong.

Ruby picked up a coil of rope from the shelf, letting her fingertips run over the rough fibers. Desire ignited within her. Despite what she’d been through with her last client, everything in this room excited her. She shouldn’t have wanted this. But she did.

Ruby wanted a taste of what Yvonne had to offer. And while she wasn’t sure if Yvonne was willing to give her one, one thing was certain.

Ruby was going to make sure Yvonne knew how much she wanted this.

* * *

Ruby sat on the bed in the bedroom next to Yvonne’s, waiting for her. It was late at night. Yvonne was due home any moment now.

Something fluttered in Ruby’s chest. Was she really doing this? Was she making a huge mistake? Would Ruby’s actions simply infuriate Yvonne? That was a possibility. Ruby knew she was overstepping. She knew she was pushing Yvonne’s boundaries.

But she had to get through to Yvonne.