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My name is Ruby Rose. I lost my Johnny, the love of my life, at the start of the second great world war. Now I'm destitute, alone, and living in California far from the family that disinherited me when I eloped with Johnny.
By chance I meet a man who alters the course of my life and saves me from becoming homeless. I'm no longer just one of the many widows left behind in WWII America. I'm a well-paid courtesan who takes on special cases and Henry, the wealthy enigmatic man who brings me untold pleasure, is more than my financial salvation—he could be my greatest love.
But Henry has secrets. What he's hiding could ruin me—or it could completely change my life.
Henry pointed behind me. “Lie down on the chaise.”
I reclined on the lavish velvet and attempted to look seductive in my pose.
He stubbed out his cigarette and came around the desk. “Spread your legs. I want to see what I’m getting.”
I didn’t care for his words or his tone, but I opened my legs anyway, keeping my gaze steady and unaffected on his. One hundred dollars was a chant in my head. I needed the money. Desperately.
“Wider,” he demanded.
I complied, resting my arms across the back of the chaise, opening myself to him as much as possible. Spread eagle and nude, I waited for what he’d do next.
He knelt next to me and leaned forward. Inhaling deeply, he sniffed me from my mouth and neck to my toes, taking longer in some places than others. My sex was of particular interest to him. He spent several minutes smelling me there. He paused to visually examine my folds, then he resumed his scenting of me, finally moving on after several minutes.
When he finished, he sat back on his heels and met my gaze. “You have excellent hygiene.”
“Have you even been with a woman? Sexually.”
“Would it repulse you?”
“I don’t know.” I’d heard of men’s proclivities for watching women have sexual relations. Is that what he wanted of me? Did he want to participate or just observe? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Not repulsed as he’d suggested, but not particularly interested either. Curious. I supposed that was the best way to describe my feeling about the suggestion. “I am rather curious though. The mechanics in particular perplex me.”
He gave me a smile, the first one I’d gotten from him. “You’re honest. I appreciate that. We’ll get along well as long as you’re honest with me at all times.”