The more Ruby looked at his face—the arrogant tilt of his chin, the shape of his nose, the curve of that infuriating smirk—the more something tugged at the back of her mind. She leaned closer to the screen, narrowing her eyes.
"Where have I seen you…" she muttered.
And then it hit her.
Hard.
Her body stiffened as the memory rushed in without warning.
That night.
When she was drugged in that bar. Disoriented. Scared. Trying to find somewhere to hide.
She had stumbled into a random room, trembling and flushed from the effects of whatever was in her drink.
She remembered vaguely how he had seen her… touching herself, trying to calm the fire in her body without understanding what she was doing.
"F*CK!!"
Ruby slapped both palms to her face, eyes wide with horror. "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!"
Her heart pounded like a drum as she leaned back in her chair, utterly mortified. "No, no, no… please tell me he didn't recognize me… please…"
