I stepped out of the bathroom to check in on the passengers. The plane was a little quiet, save for the slight murmurings. I smiled warmly at each passenger who met my gaze until my eyes met his.
Brooding charcoal-gray eyes that held me hostage.
He had been reading a magazine, but he looked up as though he sensed my presence.
His dark hair was a little messy, but his facial features were strong and perfectly defined.
My throat bobbed slightly, a flush tainting my cheeks as his eyes dragged over my frame with heat.
"Do you need something, sir?" I asked him, slightly rosy.
He shook his head and went back to reading. "No."
His voice, deep and husky, struck me like a chord, almost as though I had heard it somewhere before.
I smiled politely, nodded, and spun around, convinced that his eyes were still following me.
I was certain I knew that man. He was my literal blind date.
CHAPTER
TWO
SIENNA
"Sienna, I know I always say it's okay to live once. In fact, that's what I think you should do, but you can't keep doing this to yourself." Rose’s palm reached for mine in the space lying next to her as the cab driver drove us to the club.
"If I say no, would you let him turn around and drive us back home so I can go back to snuggling under the covers?" I batted my eyelashes innocently at her.
"Are you crazy?" She glared at me. "I didn't get you dolled up for nothing."
I rolled my eyes.
"He dicked you down real good, so what?" Her nonchalant tone flowed through the air, widening my eyes. "He's not the only good fuck out there."
"Rose!" My cheeks burned furiously. I cast a glance at the driver, who looked away sharply when our eyes met.
I got nasty with a man I didn't know, but that didn't mean that I wanted to announce it to the whole world.
"What?" She feigned innocence. "Point is, you need to get over that man and start fucking someone else."
My teeth clenched. "One, I don't want to sleep with anyone else, and two, I'm over him."
She scoffed. "Yeah, that explains why you are still stalking that empty profile on the dating site and going to Arancini every Friday night to see if you run into anyone who looks remotely like a manyou don't even know."
Her sarcasm stung.
"Those were just…" I swallowed. "Momentary lapses. They won't happen again."
I lied.
They weren't momentary lapses.
They were haunting me like nightmares, only these nightmares were something I craved to relive. Every time I shut my eyes, I was back in that room, blindfolded, brutally claimed and used like a whore. I had stroked myself to the thought of it and tried to use objects that could inflict pain on myself just so I could feel that way again. But every time I tried, I never got the satisfaction I craved. It just left me feeling emptier.
Hell, sitting in this car and thinking about it made my thighs clench together. I could feel my panties getting drenched.
"He really did a number on you, didn't he?" Her voice turned quiet.
