Then, I sit on her bed, close my eyes, and imagine joining her. I’ll lather soap over her beautiful curves and wash her all over. I’ll reach between her legs, find her sweet spot with my index finger and play her sweet music. She’ll scream, her legs will buckle and I’ll slide my wide cock…
“Ahem?” A fiftyish hospital administrator with reading glasses hanging from her neck comes into the room.
Heat rushes to my face at being caught in a dirty daydream even though she can’t possibly know what was on my mind.
I clear my throat, reach into my wallet, and very professionally hand her my card. “Ms. Giles will be right out. I’m her lawyer, Andrew Quinn. My company will be picking up the hospital bills. There’s a lawsuit involved.”
“No one told me there was a third party. I’ll be right back.” She mumbles something about the inefficiency of her staff as heels click on the linoleum. Somewhere nearby, a printer comes to life.
Right after that, the bathroom door opens and the object of my fantasy exits. With wet lashes glistening, her stunning big eyes latch onto mine. My fucking heart drops a beat at my heat reflecting back at me.
The moment is lost when the damned woman reenters the room. “Ms. Giles? I’m Sandra Finch. Please sit while we go over your bill.”
Sienna pales and bites her lower lip as she reads the bottom line on the papers attached to the clipboard. I look over her shoulder and gasp.
“You don’t have insurance?” I can’t help but give Sienna the look reserved for complete idiots.
Immediately, she bristles. “It was either insurance or go hungry. I chose food. I’m funny like that.”
Under my breath, I curse out the American healthcare system and my stupidity. “Don’t worry. As soon as we find out who drugged you, I’ll sue the bastards for the cost of your stay plus damages.”
“Thank you, Mr. Quinn.” Her tone is still cold.
Mine is not. “You’re welcome.”
Fuck. I can’t seem to gain any ground. Maybe, I’ll invite her to lunch. We can talk, I’ll hold her hand and find that heat again.
A male nurse wheels in her chair, we pick up Jack at the door, and all parade through the corridors smelling of sickness and antiseptic. I hold my breath until finally, the automatic door opens to fresh air.
When I reach to help her stand, Sienna takes my hand and squeezes back.
Apparently, I am forgiven.
“Yo, Sienna. Over here. I got us a taxi.”
What the hell?
Dahlyla, currently my least favorite woman in New York City waves from across the street.
“Thanks, but we got a ride.” Jack’s brows darken as he points to the Grayson Security SUV idling in front of us at the curb.
“Wonderful!” She says something to the disgusted cab driver, darts between traffic in four-inch heels, then exchanges hugs with Sienna.
“Hello Dahlyla.” I manage to plaster on a well-honed professional smile.
She ignores me and Jack, her back to us. “Sienna darling, I heard they released you and figured I would take you to lunch.
“Oh, Andy already offered. Would you like to join us?”
“Love to.” Dahlyla shoots me this triumphant look behind Sienna’s back.
What is she up to?
Pursing his lips, Jack opens the back door for the two ladies and me. After we sit, he climbs in the front passenger seat next to the driver.
“Eighth and Fifty-third.” Jack glances over his shoulder, then adjusts the mirror, the one wherethings may appear closer than they are.
With the whole length of Sienna’s thigh tucked tightly to mine, I place my arm behind her on the top of the back seat. While I may not like the fact Dahlyla joined us, I certainly will enjoy the ride. It gets even better when Sienna rests her hand on my knee and shoots me a shy smile.
