“The photos were pretty hot,” Derrick chimes in.
I shoot him a stare in annoyance.
“What? Oh come on Si, you two looked like a couple of sexy lovebirds. It was romantic and deliciously sexy too. Own it girl,” he proclaims, while offering me a glass of champagne which I drink all too quickly.
“Don’t be too hard on him Si. Evan told me that your shopping trip is on him today to make up for it.” Charlotte states.
I look at her, blinking in disblief. “No way, I can buy my own things.”
“Sorry no can do. He knew you would say that and he told me that you had no choice,” she says, shrugging and shaking her head at me like it was a done deal.
Pulling out my phone, I send Evan a text.
Sienna: You don’t need to buy me things, Evan.
Evan: I know, but I want to.
Sienna: Thank you but it’s too much and it doesn’t feel right.
Evan: Seriously, most women would jump at an all-expenses paid shopping trip.
Sienna: Yeah, probably but that’s not me, I can afford my own things.
Evan: Fine you can buy your own things but I am just going to get Charlotte to buy you stuff.
This man is seriously frustrating.
Sienna: Fine you win.
Evan: That’s my girl. Now have fun, I have to get my beauty rest.
Throwing my phone back into my bag, I start to laugh.
***
Opening the door to the boys’ dressing room, I stop in my tracks as I see a gorgeous Italian woman interviewing Evan. Her large breasts are pressed hard against his arm, her chocolate eyes looking at Evan like she is going to devour him. She’s flirting with him, her false eyelashes are fluttering at an alarming rate and she keeps touching his arm. The sound of the door opening catches Evan’s attention and the smile I get from him makes everything else I see melt away.
I can tell from Evan’s blue eyes that he appreciates what I am wearing. Most of the girls try so hard with the short skirts that leave nothing to the imagination. They don’t know you can still look sexy and not have everything flashing; maybe someone needed to tell the Italian interviewer that. Tonight I went for a classic Dior tuxedo suit that hugged my curves perfectly, the plunging neckline showed off my cleavage. As much as I would love to go braless my breasts need that extra lift, so I indulged in more Agent Provocateur lingerie. That was all I allowed Evan to buy for me. Underneath my jacket, you can see the start of my black lace bra.#p#分页标题#e#
“Thank you that will be all,” Evan says to the interviewer dismissing her.
Turning to me, he tries for a compliment, “Sienna, you look … fuck, you’ve just made my dick hard.”
My cheeks flush instantly. “Ssshhh, people can hear you.”
Ignoring me, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss. “I don’t care. People need to know you are mine,” he continues, his hands roaming over the satin of my suit.
My eyes look over to where the Italian interviewer is now packing up; she is most definitely sending daggers my way.
“Pretty sure it’s the other way around. People need to know you’re mine; your interviewer was pretty much dry humping your leg.”
Evan bursts out laughing. “You sound jealous, sweetheart.”
I roll my eyes at him.
He takes my chin, holds me in place and says, “I didn’t even notice her. She can try but you have to remember, you have ruined me for all other women.” Then his lips capture mine in a soft, sensual kiss. We finally come up for air when we hear a throat being cleared.
“Thank you for the interview, Evan, I think our readers will enjoy it.” The Italian beauty says.
Evan is still holding me around the waist.
“Hope you enjoy the concert.” I add.
Ignoring me, she smiles at Evan. I notice the subtle way she pushes her tits out hoping to get his attention, but when Evan turns to me and whispers something dirty in my ear, she gets the message and leaves with her camera man. Finally, we are alone in the room. Evan locks the door.
“Now, sweetheart, let me see what’s hidden underneath your suit. You have been teasing me with every movement. I get a glimpse of your luscious tits and black lace; you know I am a sucker for lace.”
I giggle as I unbutton my jacket letting it fall to the floor.
Evan groans as he takes in my black lace bra, his fingers brush my nipples through the lace.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”
I moan loudly as he rubs my nipple with his fingers.
I’m startled by the hard knock at the door.
“Stop banging your chick, we have a fucking concert,” Christian hollers, making me laugh.
I can see from Evan’s expression that Christian has pissed him off.