Rudy opened the door to the secondary master suite. The room was bathed in the same neon glow as the rest of the penthouse, but it felt remarkably quieter.
Ruby was waiting for him. She had discarded her blazer and skirt, leaving her in a set of sheer black lingerie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The intricate dice tattoo on her sternum drew the eye down to perfect boobs spilling over the lace cups. She was leaning against the edge of the king-sized bed, holding the half-empty bottle of champagne in one hand and a crystal flute in the other.
She took a slow sip, her electric-blue eyes tracking him as he closed the door and locked it.
"You took your time," Ruby noted, setting the glass on the nightstand.
"I was giving you a head start," Rudy replied, casually loosening his tie. "You looked like you needed a minute to prepare."
