Page 21 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I don’t expect Sienna to admit that anytime soon, but I sense she’s different. Most Hollywood people would never dream of driving up here, not unless they had been pushed to their limits.

I toss Sienna’s uneaten venison into a container and save it for tomorrow. “You’ll feel better in the morning after a good night’s sleep.”

“We’ll see about that,” mumbles Sienna, peeling herself off the stool.

I head into the laundry room to grab sheets and towels.

I turn around and almost crash into her.

Her piercing eyes land on mine, sparkling like diamonds in the warm light.

I glance down at her mouth. Fuck. Terrible mistake. Her cherry lips would look incredible wrapped around my cock. I can only imagine what kind of sounds she’d make with my cock deep inside her throat.

“Follow me.”

Floorboards creak underfoot, Sienna’s heels clacking against the hallway floors.

“It’s not a bad place you have here,” she says, “considering the location. Do you have central heating?”

“The pipes connect to the fire.”

“Cute.”

I haul her bag over my shoulder, along with the fresh linens, and open the front door. Sparks fly as she moves past me, her arm brushing against mine.

“You’ll need to change into some different shoes.” I gesture to the pairs of boots lined up on the porch. “Take your pick.”

“I’m fine in the Diors.”

“You said they were busted.”

“More busted than these things?” Sienna reaches for a boot hesitatingly, like she’s picking up a snake, and dangles the shoe by its lace. “See all the mold? No thanks. I’d rather stick to my heels.”

“Besides,” she says, dropping the boot like it’s a piece of dog shit. “I’ll be on my way first thing tomorrow morning when the snow clears.”

“The snow isn’t expected to clear for another few days, at least.”

Sienna spins around, arms crossed over her fur jacket. “I can’t stay here for a few days and just… wait things out. Unlike some people, I have meetings to attend. Important people to see.”

“You’ll die on the way back down. The snow isn’t fun and cute up here, nothing like it is in those movies you make.”

Sienna frowns. “How do you know I’m an actress?”

I shrug. “Wild guess.” I tear my eyes from her face before my gaze veers any further south to her breasts.

I tell her to follow me.

“You could be a murderer.”

“Very funny,” I call back.

“Or a pervert.”

“Do I look like a pervert to you?” I spin around, looking deep into her eyes. She builds those walls again like it's second nature. There’s no terror in her eyes, no vulnerability. All I see is that vivid blue, and my own reflection.

“Perverts come in all shapes and sizes,” she continues, trudging through the snow in her heels behind me. “You’re handsome, but that doesn’t make you a good person.”

I raise a brow. “You think I’m handsome?”