It’s only been ten minutes since Jake left, and somehow, I am on cigarette number three and whiskey number two.
Killing time has never been a strong suit of mine. I usually use it as an excuse to smoke like a chimney or get loaded. Not like that is much of a deviation from usual day-to-day activities, but I’m exceptionally full of vices when there is time to spare.
Feeling restless, I twist my wrist toward me, lighting up my watch. The digital dial reads 7:00 p.m.
Excellent.
She should be walking through the door at any moment.
The ice in my drink taps against the glass as I return my wrist to my side, startling Nada as he rises from his dog bed. I need all the liquid courage I can get as I practically inhale what is left of my whiskey. Its sweet sting transports me into a somewhat relaxed state.
Nada’s collar shakes as he prances over to me. Excitedly, he jumps on his hind legs, which rival even my tall stature as his paws reach my shoulders.
“Down boy.” I pet him as he pants in happiness. “We must prepare ourselves for our special guest tonight,” I remind as I pet his short white fur once more before removing his paws from my shoulders.
The antique grandfather clock in the hallway just outside the study begins to chime, signaling the top of the hour. Just as the last chime echoes, leaving a distinct vibration through my eardrum, I hear the latch of the front door open. I put my whiskey glass down on the bar cart and place my hand on the pistol I have tucked in my belt, just in case. I assume it is Eric walking Sienna in, since I instructed him to bring her directly to my study once they arrived. However, I am always prepared in case the unexpected should occur.
My hands remain tight on the grip of my pistol as I listen close for confirmation of Eric and Sienna’s arrival. A few seconds pass, until I hear a mixture of high heels tapping against the hardwood floor along with the distinctly sweet sound of Sienna’s breathy tone.
Relief works its way through my body, knowing that she is approaching the study. I re-holster my pistol and head to the bar cart to take out one more glass. I set it aside so it’s ready for when she is with me for a drink, alone and away from Eric.
I shift my attention to the door as I hear the clicking of Sienna’s heels in the entrance in the study.
Andfuck, is it a grand entrance that she makes.
I can’t take my eyes off her as her curves sway their way over to where I stand. I’m speechless, absolutely entranced by her beauty. Her ink-covered skin glistens as the dress she wears highlights every perfect inch of her. She is an absolute vision of unapologetic sex appeal. She could wear a potato sack and I would want to fuck her raw in it.
Fuck.My mind begins to race thinking of how desperately I want to rip the black lace that adorns her curves off and onto the floor. I can feel the blood begin to rush down my dick, as I stare at her fantasizing about the depraved things that I want to do to her.
Oblivious to the scenes playing in my head, she makes her way closer, until she stops just inches in front of me, holding out her hand for me to shake. She is mouthing what is obviously a hello, though my eyes go right past her outstretched hand and veer down as the slit of her dress shifts slightly, revealing her thigh.
“Umm, hello.” She snaps her fingers, visibly irritated with me. Her sassy attitude only intensifies my desire for her. The unintentional spell she has me under makes it difficult to control myself. In the office it was challenging, but I managed. However, here, alone with her, I can feel the little control I have dwindling.
“Good evening, Ms. Ricci,” I say, snapping out of the daze she has put me in. “You look exquisite,” I compliment her just as an obnoxious throat clearing distracts me.
“Thank you,” she says, side-eyeing Eric, who is awkwardly standing in the doorway. I was so entranced by Sienna’s entrance into the study that I totally forgot he was still standing there.
“Please, sit.” I pull out a chair at the bistro table and wait for Sienna to park her luscious ass on it.
As Sienna sits down, I can feel Eric’s jealous glare. Vexed, I acknowledge him as I painfully peel my eyes off Sienna. I motion for Eric to enter the study. “Yes?” I ask.
Gritting his teeth, I can sense the rage he has toward me, but I also see the way he hides that around her. “Sorry, Mr. Moretti, I just wanted to know if you wanted me to bring out the appetizers yet?” he asks with a pathetically fake smile. He may be asking me, but his gaze is glued to Sienna.
How could I forget that I instructed Eric to stay and serve us this evening. A dick move, sure, but you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. In this case, when you are certain your enemy wants to fuck the same person you do, you need to keep them extra close.
Without skipping a beat, Sienna rises from her seat and scoffs at Eric’s question. “Seriously? You not only hired Eric as my babysitter, but now also as our personal waiter? Why, because of our history together?”
My tongue clicks as I wave my finger in the air. “The only thing I want from you and Eric is to be history.”
“Excuse me?” Sienna asks, with a visible flush painting her cheeks.
“Yea, excuse me?” Eric chimes in.
Matching the fake smile Eric had just moments before, I flash him a stiff grin. “Do as I instructed you to do earlier. Get to it,” I order him.
He is about to say something, when his eyes meet my clenched fists at my sides, stopping him in his tracks.
“You got it, Boss.” He rolls his eyes, disappearing into the hallway.
