Deserting any dreams she was having about walking off into the sunset with Carson, Sienna got her head together, dried her wet cheeks, remade her face, and dressed to dance and meet with the girls before the VIP party. She would play her part. Sienna Flower. Sienna was safe at the moment, and she wasn’t giving that up.
With Mike, Asher, and Carson at the club all weekend, she’d be protected, and then when the weekend came to a close, she’d plan to leave.
Sienna pulled out her black lace cat suit for extra courage. She exuded sex and confidence in the second skin made of lace with the tiny little zipper up the front. She made sure to leave the zipper open all the way to the bottom of her cleavage, revealing a luscious valley between her breasts. Her nipples showed faintly through the lace, and peeking out between her thighs was an emerald-green thong covering her special spot. The place Carson had set fire to recently.
Carson, the only man she’d ever bared herself to, either physically and emotionally. For however long it lasted, it was amazing.
After unlocking the dressing room door, Sienna strutted past Petey and out to the main floor where the girls were sitting, looking like a sensual explosion of lace, sequins, color, and skin. They were dressed to kill for the party, and Sienna wasn’t going to let them down. She gave them their instructions on dance rotations, lap dance protocol, and then made a huge announcement.
She strutted over to the group and threw her hands in the air, signaling she had big news. “I’m opening up the club tonight and joining Syd in the first performance!”
Dancing was the kindling to her flame. She would find her strength out on the stage tonight, and would burn bright for the audience.
Sienna wasn’t going to stand still while the rug was pulled out from under her. She didn’t fight so hard to escape and build a new life to allow it to be stolen so easily from her grasp. She was going to have a bang-up, courage-building weekend, and figure everything out on Monday.
She always did. She had climbed through that window so many years ago with only the desire to live her life. That was exactly what she was going to do; otherwise, her escape was all in vain.
CARSON WALKED back into the club after speaking with two of his old partners at the Bureau. They were running background checks on the names or aliases, Sienna Flower and Sam Charles. He didn’t really want to do this with Sienna. He’d hoped to get to know her, but after talking with Mike, he realized there were too many unknowns.
He immediately found Sienna finishing up her meeting with the other dancers, and played it cool. One thing was for sure, she would freak the fuck out if she knew he was looking into anything, let alone her past.
If Carson was going to take a stand in helping to protect her from this Sam dude, he needed to know all the facts. There was something missing as to why the whole lot of them—Asher, Mike, and Sienna—were so freaked by Sam. They kept calling him a stalker, but if that were so, they wouldn’t be delving so deep.
Carson was sure there was more, and he would bet it was rooted in Sienna’s past. The stuff she hadn’t told him, and that Mike had alluded to but wouldn’t share with him. He couldn’t decide if he believed Mike or not about whether he really didn’t know all the details.
Either way, he’d put money on it being a complicated web. One that he was now strung up in, which is exactly why he didn’t do relationships.
Too late now, fucker.
This was the thought running through his head as he walked very nonchalantly toward Sienna, even though her black lace bodysuit had his dick hard and his brain screaming to take her to her dressing room and bend her over the couch.
“Hey, babe, you all right?” Carson wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear.
She leaned into him and very quietly said, “Thanks for giving me a minute. You didn’t have to stay.”
“Yeah, I did. I had to make sure you were okay and see you before you went onstage. Want to go back and start our date over in your dressing room?” he said jokingly, trying to defuse the tension. He looked her up and down, knowing his eyes were filled with want, telling her exactly what he wanted to do, betraying every single one of his very secret naughty thoughts.
Sienna shook her head. “I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m going to open up the club in a half hour with Sydney. I feel like getting onstage early tonight, so she and I need a few minutes to make a plan.”
“Well, it’s good thing I stayed. I wouldn’t want to miss that. And to be honest, I don’t think I could be alone with you in that outfit. Wow, stunning doesn’t even begin to cut it.” His eyes continued to roam, finally settling on her gorgeous face.