SiennaI busy myself tagging new items, the day passing in a blur, my thoughts a whirl with everything.In my mind, I'm weighing options. If I leave here, I'll need to get a new car. One that won't break down on the side of the road. The Golf is fine for short trips in town where Jim is available if I run into trouble. It won't make a long-distance trip.But what will happen to the shop?Deirdre could take it over. She'd like that, I think. Right? But there's her granddaughter to consider. This is just a part-time job for her.And I don't want to leave. I don't want to start again.I don't want to be afraid.I go back and forth all afternoon, deciding and changing my mind about everything again and again. All the while, thoughts of Giovanni last night, of how he was, how gentle he became. How almost careful with me.But I will never see him again. Best to get him out of my mind. He's not my prince charming and there won't be a fairy-tale ending. Not for me.As much as I want to close
Sienna"Where are you going?" He breaks away and I can breathe again."What?""Half-packed bag upstairs."Shit. "You had no business going through my house.""I wanted to see where you live. And by the way, you're messy.""Why did you want to see where I live?"He shrugs his shoulder now. "Curious." He looks at my wrist, at the bracelet there.I cover it with my other hand."You didn't answer my question," he says."I was unpacking, actually," I lie.He studies me like he doesn't quite believe me but then he drops it."Do you have whiskey?" he asks, turning to walk into the small living room. I'm pretty sure this entire house fits inside one room of his penthouseI shake my head when he looks at me. "I have vodka.""That'll do."I exhale and walk into the kitchen to get the bottle of Absolut out of the freezer. I take out two water glasses, not wanting to feel embarrassed but feeling it anyway.I don't have a lot of nice things. No crystal tumblers. My furniture is second-hand. Most o
Giovanni"What?"She's staring up at me, eyes huge. There's something inside those yes. A child-like quality.A child's hope.A child's fear.I wonder if it's me she's afraid of or something else. Because I got a call from Jack about an hour after leaving his office and I'm going to bet it's that something else. Especially considering the half-packed duffel upstairs because I know for a fact she wasn't unpacking."One month. With me. Like last night.""I don't understand.""One million dollars."Her mouth falls open.I wait for her to process."One million...That's..." her voice trails off and she looks away like she's trying to count it.She gives a shake of her head and scoots under my arm. She walks into the living room and sits down on the couch to swallow the rest of her vodka. She sets her glass on the coffee table before returning her gaze to mine and when she does, it's steelier than I expect."I am not a prostitute. What I did last night, I did because I had to. Because of Ci
SiennaI watch him from behind the curtains of the window.Is this even real? Did he just offer me a million dollars to sleep with him? To be his for one month?No. This makes no sense. Not after last night.I wonder if this is some sort of personal challenge. Maybe his ego can't take a woman not panting for him in his bed.The sedan disappears and I flip the single lock that still works on the front door. I go upstairs and look at my room, at the half-packed duffel, the clothes strewn here and there.He's right. I am messy. The opposite of him.I pick up the clothes and hang them up or put them away in the dresser drawers, all the while my mind working.Can I do it? Would I?I want to tell myself I wouldn't say yes just for the money. Although that's a lot of money.But there's something about Giovanni Adams. A thing that makes me want to be near him.Which is ridiculous because he is who he is.Everything set aside, though, there is one thing that will take this decision out of my h
Giovanni"I need to go." Because every minute I'm here, I'm in danger. I set the envelope of cash in the drawer of the nightstand by her bed."Can I call you at least?" she asks."That's not a good idea. I told you that the last time. I can't see you again, Ciara. It's too dangerous."I walk to the door."So that's it?"I stop. "I'm sorry, I—""You just walk away? Again?"I turn to face her. "Do you know Giovanni's men came to my house?" I ask, remembering how scared I'd been. Letting myself get angry. "Do you know they were waiting there for me when I got home? Do you know what I did for you last night?"This time, it's her to shift her one good eye away."I think we're even, Ciara."I walk out the door then, feelings of guilt and anger warring inside me. I believe her when she says he hurt her after I left, but the family adopted her months after I was gone. She's officially Sean's sister. And he won't hurt her now if only because it won't look good if he does. He's like his father,
Sienna"I won't be a prisoner.""I don't want a prisoner.""Why do you need to know where I am all the time?""I don't need to. I just want to." I lean in toward her. I want to be sure she understands what I say next. "I won't put many restrictions on you. I'm a reasonable man. But if you say yes then we have an agreement, and these are my terms. Your acceptance means your compliance to said terms.""Your rules you mean?""Whatever language you're comfortable with.""I want to talk—""And know that there will be consequences if you break those rules.""What does that mean?"I relax back and give her a wide grin. "It means don't break them. Did you visit Ciara today?""No personal questions. Like your 'no personal effects' rule during the auction.""Touché."The food comes then, filet mignon with roasted potatoes and asparagus. She puts her wine down and picks up her knife and fork. I'm surprised at the zeal with which she eats. She's half-way through her steak before I take my first b
SiennaHe opens the robe wider.I look down at the thick dark hair on top of his head as he takes in my newly waxed pussy, only the thinnest strip of hair remaining there now. I think about yesterday or the day before or the week before. I think about how my life had been normal then. Now, this, him...it's about as far from my normal as it can get. I'm not really even sure how I got here. Or how I said yes to this deal. Or why.Even given the situation with Ciara and Sean, wasn't there an alternative? One that made more sense?But then his fingers are on me again, touching the strip of hair and I can't think about Ciara or Sean or anything anymore. Especially not when he looks at me with his strange now darker eyes."Sit."I sit on the coffee table behind me."Lie back.""I'm not a dog.""Lie back, Sienna."I do as he says and immediately, I feel his knees between mine, nudging my legs apart. I startle when a moment later, cool liquid spills on me and when I look at its source, I find
SiennaI consider switching out the lights and trying to sleep, but I won't be able to. I'm too wound up. I get up, grab my phone out of my tote, and check for messages. There aren't any.When I'm walking back to the bed, I notice a book lying open and face down on the dresser.I pick it up, read the title. I don't recognize it. I open it, meaning to flip through to read the first few pages when a photograph falls out.I bend to pick it up. It's a photo of an older man with his arm around a younger woman, and beside them stands a man who resembles Giovanni. He's got a baby in his arms, and the woman, I assume the baby's mother, has her face turned to the baby. A little hand has got a fistful of her hair, and she's trying to loosen it.I turn it over to look to see if it has a date, but there isn't one, and when I look at it again, I have to smile at the woman's expression.I'm so engrossed that I don't hear him come in."Are you going through my private things?"I'm so startled when h