Anger fumes from Sienna as she presses herself against the door as far from me as she can get in the SUV. The glass is going to fog up if she continues at this rate.
After I carried her outside and put her on her feet in front of the open door, her face was red. Not just a little dusting of blush like the one that made my dick so hard last night. But a deep crimson red.
“We’ll be at the airport in a few minutes,” I say to her as a way of breaching the thick silence.
She turns further toward the window, giving me the cold shoulder.
“You can pout all you want; it doesn’t change anything.”
“Pout?” She turns rage-filled eyes on me. Unshed tears sit on the brim of her eyelids.
I’ve seen this look before. Those aren’t tears of sadness. No. This woman is ready to drag her claws across my face.
“Yes,Sienna. Pouting won’t get you anywhere with me.”
She opens her mouth like she’s going to unleash hell on me but snaps it shut.
“Children pout, Dmi— I mean, Kaz. I’m not a child. I’m trying to keep myself from killing you,” she says in a low tone while facing away from me.
I’m not entirely sure I’m supposed to have heard her.
The car comes to a stop as Mikhail deals with the airport security gate. Our plane waits for us on the tarmac, ready to take off as soon as we board.
Taking off tonight hadn’t been the plan, but neither was finding her walking down the aisle toward me. It would be better to believe it’d had no effect, seeing the woman who’d kept me up half the night wondering if I could somehow find a way to see her again.
It would be better. But not true.
“You’re right. You’re not a child. You’re a grown woman who should know how to behave properly,” I say once we’re moving again.
She remains quiet as the plane comes into view.
I don’t like this silence. I want to know what she’s thinking. Last night she was full of life. Her laugh had been infectious.
It was so easy to talk with her. Now, there’s nothing but anger and stone-cold silence.
Mikhail brings the car to a stop.
“We’re here. Do you think you can walk onto the plane, or do I need to carry you again?”
She straightens in her seat as she unbuckles her seatbelt. My door is opened, ready for us to get out.
“If you ever touch me again, I will cut off your fingers. We’ve said our vows. We’ve done what we agreed to do.” Without so much as a glance, she pops open her door and jumps out.
I’m out my side in a heartbeat, expecting her to take off running. But she surprises me by walking to the stairs of the plane and climbing them with her head held high, her back straight and stiff as a board.
“Everything okay?” Mikhail asks as I watch her disappear into the plane.
“Yeah. Fine.” I shut the car door. “Take the car back to the hotel for the family.”
“Got it.”
I stop him as he rounds the front of the car. “Tell Alexander I’ll call him in the morning. It’s nothing he needs to get involved with, but I needed to head back tonight.”
“He doesn’t know?”
“Just give him the message.” Alexander isn’t the only one in charge of the family business. We all have our parts to play, and we play them equally.
But he’s still my oldest brother, When he gets into his ego, it’s harder to deal with him.
