Hearing his confession made my stomach somersault. For the first time, a man has made me forget about Evan and what he was doing tonight. “Really?” I breathe, turning my head, our mouths inches apart, I could feel his body heat against mine.
Sebastien’s eyes dipped to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Yes.”
Nervously I take another sip of my champagne.
“I have always found you very attractive and that accent of yours; ahhh, it does things to me.”
Funny, because I was thinking the same about his. I finish my glass of champagne not knowing what to say, my heart is racing, my body tingling. I must have sat in silence too long.
Sebastien pulls away out of my personal space. “Forgive me, Sienna, I am to forward.”
Grabbing his arm, I disagree, “No, no, you weren’t …” My hand still wrapped around his thick wrist I try to continue what I was saying. “I’m … it’s just …”
“New,” he says, finishing my sentence.
“Yeah, I forget that I am single and that I can talk and flirt with a good looking man.”
“Good looking man, hey?” He says, grinning.
I slap him on the thigh; fuck, that was a strong leg. “You know you are good looking Mr. Playboy Chef. All the women walking past definitely think so.”
Chuckling he adds, “I’m not worried about them, what do you think?”
My heart is thumping in my chest as I answer, “You’re not too bad.”
“Not so bad, hey?” He moves in closer, his arm hanging loosely behind my shoulders. “What do I have to do to get you to change your mind?” He entices me while his hand rests back on my thigh.
Fuck, I want to cross my legs because I can feel the ache starting between them.
“I think you might have your ways.” I respond as my eyes fall to his luscious mouth where his bottom lip is larger than the top, All I want to do is sink my teeth into it.
“Me vuelves loco.” The way his voice rumbles over the words makes me tummy flip.
“What does that mean?” I ask, as Sebastien’s lips meet my neck.
“You drive me crazy,” He mumbles against my skin.
I try to hide the shiver over my body but I can’t which makes him laugh.
“Te quiero besar,” he whispers. “I want to kiss you.” He translates.
My whole body is on fire when he speaks Spanish to me.
Sebastien leans in and there is a moment; a moment that I could pull back from the kiss that I know is about to happen but I don’t, instead his lips touch mine, gentle at first, tentative as if warming me up to the idea. We have known each other for years but now our relationship is changing, we have stepped over a line into something else with this kiss. A strong hand cups my face pressing his lips closer to mine. I open up to him; he tastes like rum as we hungrily explore each other.
“Sienna.” Evan’s deep voice filters into my conscious. Why the hell am I thinking about him when I’m kissing Sebastien? Then I feel an elbow in my side breaking my kiss with Sebastien. Turning towards Vanessa I ask, “What was that for?”
Her eyes look across the table.
There standing before us is Evan, looking pissed with an enormous red stain running down his white t-shirt. Is he bleeding?#p#分页标题#e#
“Evan?” What the hell was he doing there?
“Someone spilt their drink on me and I need you to help me.”
The table was quiet. Looking at Vanessa I was hoping she could tell me what was going on. But she ignored me. Bitch!
“I have to go back to the hotel and as it’s your job as my stylist I need you to help me find something to wear.” His voice is laced with anger.
I am genuinely shocked and embarrassed by his command. Looking at Sebastien, I say, “I’m sorry, Sebastien, it seems I have work to do.” I stand, grabbing my purse to leave.
“Carino, that is okay. Will you be back?” He asks, kissing my cheek.
My eyes turn to Evan asking him?
He just shrugs.
“I’m not sure. But please stay, have fun, maybe we can catch up tomorrow?” Because I did want to see him again, maybe finish that kiss.
“Of course, let me cook for you tomorrow, I will message you,” he confirms. I smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Okay,” I say, excusing myself from the group.
Evan is storming off in front of me, pushing through the crowd.
I have to jog to keep up with him. Sean the bands bodyguard meets us at the door ushering us into the waiting limousine. The space between us feels like an ocean.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?” I scorn, turning towards Evan, who is squashed up against the door far away from me.