“Yes,” she whimpers.
“You’re so beautiful, Sienna. I want you to turn around so I can watch you come.” I tell her.
Shakily, she turns around in my arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes lustfully glazed. My lips touch hers softly, my fingers find her core again. Our kiss is heating up, our tongues dueling, her hands moving up to lock around my neck and pulling me in closer to her. Sienna moans into my mouth as she comes around my fingers, shaking in my arms.
Blinking, she looks around realizing for the first time exactly where she is. I slowly withdraw my fingers from her heat as I grab the side of her G-string and pull it, snapping the delicate lace. I raise my hand and bring my fingers up to my mouth sucking her wetness off of them.
“Evan,” Sienna squeals.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste,” I growl, licking her clean from my fingers.
She looks shocked as her now shredded G-string clings from my hand before I place it into my breast pocket. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you go out on a date with another man, Sienna; especially wearing underwear meant for me.”
She is silent for a moment, before I notice her face turning red.
“How fucking dare you,” she whisper yells, pushing me away from her.
“You sat there all night flirting with that waitress and now have the nerve to have a go at me about meeting up with Sebastien tonight.”
Shrugging at her, because there is no logic to my madness when I am around her, Sienna starts to pace back and forth. “He’s a friend, Evan.”#p#分页标题#e#
I don’t care who he is.
“Don’t forget you’re here to work, not meet men.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to stuff them right back inside. For fuck’s sake, the girl just let me finger bang her on top of the Eiffel Tower.
“Fuck you.” Sienna spits at me. Fair call on her part, I have to say.
Turning on her heel, she starts to walk away.
Grabbing her arm, I had to change tact.
“Thanks for hanging out with Charlotte today.”
Sienna’s flushed face turns towards me, the frown slowly disappearing.
“I’m glad I could help her out, I like Charlotte. Just don’t think I’m not still pissed at you, Evan. You have been an ass lately.”
“She’s your biggest fan.”
Sienna just shrugs.
“I’m sorry, for being an ass,” I apologize, breathing out a long breath. “About this morning, Sienna, I didn’t mean to …” I ran my hand over my head as I was lost for words. Apologizing sucks.
“Charlotte told me today that a lot of girls like to use her to get to you, so I get the protective big brother routine.”
It was true, it has happened many times in the past and every single time I fall for it.
“But when it comes to me seeing other men, we both agreed to it.”
Looking at her, I couldn’t deny she was right. I fucking hated it.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just …” I couldn’t finish as my words wouldn’t come.
Shaking my thoughts out of my head I tried to change the subject to something a little less feelings based.
“Charlotte is excited about the fashion show shoot,” I say, letting my hand brush her cheek.
“No worries at all, Evan, friends help out friends.”
Fuck, she was putting me in the ‘friends’ box. How the fuck do I keep fucking things up with his woman.
“I’m surprised you haven’t asked her to join the tour. It would be great experience taking photos of you guys backstage, plus the fans would love it. It would also look good in her portfolio.”
My eyes widen, seriously why the hell hadn’t I thought about that before. Sienna is a genius. I take her face in my hands and give her a kiss on the lips.
“Not only are you beautiful, but you’re a fucking genius. I have to find her and ask her to stay on tour with us.”
I let go of her face and push myself away from the railings. I had to find my sister.
“No, Evan, wait,” Sienna calls after me.
Ignoring her, I race back towards the restaurant where everyone is now scattered around the viewing level of the Eiffel Tower. There, in the corner, I see Blake and Charlotte chatting and laughing, their body language speaking volumes. No, no, no.
“Hey, what’s going on here,” I call out from behind them. Blake and Charlotte turn towards me in surprise.
“Evan.” Charlotte looks shocked to see me.
“Every single time, Blake, you seem to be hooking up with my employees.” I bellow, my eyes flicking between the two of them. I hear high heels clicking behind me and notice Charlotte’s eyes growing wide at whoever is behind me.