“What is wrong with you? Are you jealous?” Sienna snaps at me, her long lashes fluttering upward as she smiles coquettishly atme. “We’re not even married yet. Does that make you feel like a man? Hmm?”
My gaze drops to her face again.
Everything about her stokes my anger. I don’t have the best temperament, but I’ve spent years honing my control. In Sienna’s presence, it all goes up in smoke.
With my other hand, I reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “If I searched him right now, would I find a microphone on him?”
Her eyes snap to mine instantly.
That reaction alone is enough.
Sienna exhales through her nose, like she’s deciding whether to lie.
Then she lifts her chin.
“No one would believe you,” she says. “And I will do everything in my power to ruin this farce before two weeks are up. You won’t get an ally out of the Carusos while dining with the Kuznetsovs.”
There it is.
Fire again.
I should be annoyed.
I should tighten my grip.
Instead, I find myself explaining myself.
“Relax. I’m not interested in the Kuznetsovs.”
Her brows twitch slightly.
“But I do need them,” I continue. “For information. Luca is trying to take my place, and I think he’s working with them.”
I don’t know why I just told her all this.
Her expression shifts, but I already regret letting my words slip, so I change the subject. I cup the back of her neck with my hand and slide her closer, stopping just before her body touches mine. She doesn’t struggle, and I swear it sends more blood straight to my cock.
“Let me go,” she says calmly. “We’re in public.”
“You’re right,” I smile. “I do remember you saying you prefer to have fun in private. Or something like that.”
Her eyes lower, and for the first time ever, I see nerves in them. Interesting. She really was out of her depth showing up at that party. I’m not letting her off easily, so I lean close.
“Do you think about my hands on you when you’re alone at night?” I ask.
Her eyes widen.
“That’s inappropriate. Anyone could see us.”
“Is that right?” My gaze drops to her mouth, and hunger thrums beneath my skin. “If we were in private, would you be honest?”
“Alessandro…”
“Hmm. My name tastes like sin on your tongue, Sienna.”
There are too many things to look at. Her full lips. Her breasts as her chest heaves up and down. The way her hair glistens in the sun. Her skin beneath my hands.
“Let me go.”
