wanted to marry a billionaire. Any billionaire would do.” Looking at him, Ruby tilted her head, her expression almost contemptuous. “Please excuse her for being stupid. She’s only nineteen.”
The look she gave him spoke louder than words: What kind of man your age would date a teenager?
She made him feel ancient, at the age of thirty-six.
“I hate you!” the blonde cried.
She turned sharply to her sister. “Ivy, go home. Before I have Alonzo toss you out so hard, you bounce on the sidewalk.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” But looking at her, Ivy’s defiance fled. “Fine!” Rising to her feet, she stomped away.
“And don’t even think about telling Mom what you tried to do!” Ruby yelled after her. She glanced back at Ares, humor curving her deliciously full lips. “Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Kourakis. Have a good night.”
As she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist.
Her skin was soft and caused heat to flood through his body. He heard her intake of breath when he touched her.
Ares looked up at her. “Wait.”
“What do you want?”
“Have a drink with me.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Then what are you doing at a bar?”
“Working. I’m a bartender.”
She worked for a living? He looked at her capable hands. “Take a few minutes. Your boss will understand.”
Her frank dark gaze locked with his. “No.”
Ares frowned. “Are you upset because I was talking to your sister? I was never interested in her.”
“Good.” She pulled her wrist from his grasp. “Please excuse me.”
“Wait. Your name is Ruby? Ruby what?”
Glancing back, she gave a low laugh that he felt all the way to his toes. “There’s no point in telling you.”
“But you know my last name.”
“Against my will. Everyone is talking about you. Apparently you’re quite a catch.” Her voice was sardonic.
Ares had never been brushed off so thoroughly by any woman. He tried to understand. “You are married?”
“No.”
“Engaged?”
“I’m working.” She enunciated the word as if she thought maybe he’d never heard it before. “And the waitstaff will be needing their drink orders.”
Ares stared at her. “You would truly rather work than have a drink with me?”
“If I’m not pouring drinks, it hurts everyone’s tips. Which hurts everyone’s ability to pay rent. Not everyone,” she added sweetly, “owns a thirty-million-dollar house bought with cash.”
So she’d noticed his house. Even the price. Encouraged, he stretched out his arm suggestively along the top of the seat next to his. “Most other women would quit their jobs on the spot to spend an evening with me—”
“So have a drink with one of them,” she said, and walked down the steps without looking back.
Ares sat for several moments in stunned silence, alone at the VIP table. He dimly heard the thumping music. He barely noticed as women in tight dresses and stilettos continued to parade below the platform, dancing provocatively for his benefit. He glanced over at Georgios. His bodyguard rolled his eyes. Exactly what Ares was thinking, too. Same music. Same club. Same people.
With one exception.
Who was this Ruby, and why could he suddenly not imagine any outcome tonight that didn’t end with her in his bed?
Rising to his feet, Ares told Georgios, “You can go.”
His bodyguard brightened. He was probably thinking of calling his wife back in New York, who was no doubt up late with their new baby. “Should I leave the car?”
“I’ll find a ride home. But tell the pilot I want to leave first thing in the morning.”
“Of course. Good night, Mr. Kourakis.”
Turning, Ares stalked through the nightclub. Dance music pounded in waves, colored lights blurring in the dark, sultry heat as crowds of people parted for him like magic. Men looked at him with envy, women with desire. But he had only one object. One goal.
When he reached the bar, a free chair immediately appeared for him, as such things always did. He slid into it as his due.
Ruby looked up from where she was pouring drinks behind the bar. Her lips parted in surprise, then annoyance. “What are you—”
“Tell me your last name.”
“It’s Prescott,” a waitress said nearby. At her glare, the girl continued in a squeak, “Ruby Prescott.”
At last they were getting somewhere. Tilting his head, Ares said, “Nice name.”
“I don’t think you can criticize,” she snapped. “What kind of parents would name their child after the Greek god of war?”
“My parents,” he said flatly. He changed the subject. “I’m bored with scotch. I’ll have a beer.”
She blinked in surprise. “A beer?”
“Whatever you have on tap.”
“Not some expensive forty-year-old scotch? Just regular old beer?”
He shrugged. “I don’t care what it is. As long as I’m having that drink with you.”
Ruby scowled, and quickly poured him the cheapest beer, making sure to leave lots of foam. Taking the glass, he slugged back a long gulp, then wiped the foam from his mouth. “Delicious.”
Her scowl deepened as she turned away, moving around the bar, fixing drinks with impressive speed. He could see why she dressed in a sleeveless cotton shirt. The club was warm, and she moved so swiftly from the bottles to the well drinks, grabbing glasses and ice, it was almost athletic.
Ares nursed his beer, watching her work. Her full breasts were spectacular, yes, but every last bit of her was amazing. His gaze traced appreciatively over her softly curved arms. Her backside was nicely curved, too. He’d never seen any woman with such an hourglass shape, and her bottom was something a man could really hold on to. He nearly groaned at the erotic images that suddenly filled his mind.
But it wasn’t just her curves. Ruby Prescott had other, more subtle charms. Her thick black lashes, now fluttering with irritation against her pale skin. The tremble of her lips, ruby red like her name. She frequently bit them in concentration as she worked. His eyes traveled over the sweep of her long hair, dark as a raven’s wing, tumbling down her back. The curve of her bare shoulder. The angry gleam of her dark eyes, which suddenly met his accusingly.
“Why are you doing this? Is it some kind of game to you?”
“Why?” he asked, sipping his cheap beer. “Is it one to you?”
“If you think I’m playing hard to get, you’re wrong.” Standing directly in front of him on the other side of the bar, Ruby glared. “For you, I’m impossible to get.”
Her expression was fierce, her dark eyes glinting like a lightning storm over a dark ocean. Her chest rose in quick, angry breaths. She didn’t even realize her beauty, he thought. She had no idea. And unlike everyone else in the world, she wasn’t at all impressed by him.
And in that moment, Ares knew he had to have her.
Tonight.
Whatever it took.
Whatever