Her stubborn expression faltered just ahair.
“Define ‘wasn’t supposed to’.”
“You’re smart, Sienna.” I held her gaze. “You already know what I mean.”
She set her glass down slowly, deliberately, and turned fully toward me, her bare foot bouncing.
Her knee brushed against my thigh.
And I nearly had to restrain myself.
“Is that your line?”
“I don’t use lines. I make an offer,” I said casually. “And you say yes, or you don’t.”
She tilted her head.
“Whatexactlyare you offering, Matt?”
There it was again.
My name.
It sounded fuckingsinful.
“A distraction.”
She blinked.
“That partition between our suites,” I drawled. “It goes all the way down. The beds connect.”
I watched as her throat worked.
My lips split into a grin.
“How good are you at being quiet, Sienna?”
She stared at me.
Her lips parted.
Her pupils dilating, for what felt like a lifetime.
“You’re serious.”
“Dead.”
“What makes you think I’d say yes?”
Another breath from her, and I leaned a little closer.
Just enough for her to hear the gravel in my voice.
“Because your ex is somewhere getting fucked by God knows who, and you took this pre-booked trip to remind yourself that you’re not broken.”
Her breath hitched.
“And because,” I continued, “you’re looking at me like you’re desperate to know what I’d feel like inside of you.”
