Chapter 26: Anya : Her Troubles - 3
Ruel stood in the dimly lit room, the silence stretching between him and Anya.
He broke it with a smooth, almost theatrical flourish.
"Good evening, Madam," he said, his voice a low, melodious drawl, dripping with false concern.
"I am Ruel. I heard you need my help?" Or, perhaps, I heard you need a good fucking, he thought, his inner voice a lecherous snarl.
Anya, still recovering from the shock of his sudden appearance, stared at him, her eyes narrowed with suspicion."Who... who told you that? And why are you here? This is a private place."
Ruel inclined his head, his smile widening slightly, a hint of something dangerous and predatory lurking beneath the charm.
"By that look of yours, I get that you know me. The details of my arrival are... unimportant. What is important is how I can be of service."
He paused, letting his gaze linger on her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, already imagining how she would feel beneath his touch.
"I couldn't help but overhear your... concerns, as you were speaking to your husband, I suppose?"
He let the word hang in the air, a subtle probe, testing her vulnerability.
Anya's jaw tightened. She didn't like this. This man was too perceptive, too... dangerous.