Page 66 of Loyalty

And then, Siena looked up—sea-blue gaze and still perfect.

John stared back.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“JOHNATHAN.”

Siena didn’t miss how John subtly winced when she used his full name with a tone as sharp as glass.

Good.

He’d slept with her, and then fucked off like a coward before she could even wake up the next morning. All she got after that from him was nothing but radio silence. For three whole months. Who did that kind of thing to people?

This man, apparently.

She had done well trying to let go of that anger and hurt over the last while, but fuck him because now it was bubbling up all over again. At just the sight of him, looking so damn good in a fitted suit and a half grin, she was pissed. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. All tall, dark, and handsome without even trying.

He probably didn’t even know what he had done to her, and how much it stung. Maybe she was just one of many.

Siena resolved herself never to let it happen again. She attempted to move past Johnathan, but he stood too close to a table on one side, and people were eating at another table on his right. She had to slide in beside him, which only made her rub against him. His familiar spicy scent—like sex, man, and deliciousness—filled her lungs with one breath.

Fuck.

“Siena, wait,” Johnathan said.

His hand came up to touch her shoulder. She stiffened; instantly frozen in place like a statue by his gentle fingertips sliding along the line of her shoulder. His touch grazed the exposed patch of skin where the neckline of her dress was open, and a shiver raced over her flesh.

Fuck.

Again.

Siena looked up at him, and all she saw was dark hazel staring back. “What?”

Her one word came out a hell of a lot quieter than she intended it to. She wished it had been that same sharp tone she first greeted him with.

No, instead he got her breathy and confused question.

Jesus Christ.

“Do you have a minute?” Johnathan asked.

Siena hardened her jaw, and schooled her features. “Not particularly.”

And not for you.

“After work, then? I assume that’s what you’re doing.”

He assumed right, but that didn’t mean she was giving in. Or that she was going to make time for him.

“I’m kind of busy,” she told him.

Johnathan nodded once. “Yeah, me, too.”

“I bet.”

He winced again.

Her sharp tone had found itself again.