Page 33 of Unforeseen Love

Maybe my dry spell is getting to me, like cabin fever or some shit. I mean, it’s not like I did myself any favours by having her watch me and then demand she take care of herself. Did I go listen at her door to see if she obeyed? Of course, I fucking did.

And now I find myself watching her like a peeping Tom. Scampering away, I lock myself in the bathroom, sporting a fucking hard-on.

Turning on the shower, I strip out of my joggers and take myself in my hand. Bloody hell, talk about a case of blue balls––that’s all it is of course, nothing to do with Sienna and her gorgeous as sin arse. Nope, nothing to do with her whatsoever.

Dressed, I walk out into the kitchen and find Sienna’s back to me, of course. Would it be too much to ask for five minutes without her presence?

Well, I was the one who moved in with the intention of encroaching on her space. I need to suck it up.

I reach over her shoulder for the coffee, and I feel her body tense as my chest brushes against her upper arm. And that smell, why the fuck does she have to smell like sunshine and happiness?

“Don’t mind me,” she says, ducking out of the way and moving to the side.

From my peripheral vision, I can see she’s wearing a knee-length skirt, black high heels, and a white blouse. Her hair is in a simple ponytail, and she’s wearing her glasses.Fuck me.

I open the cupboard and reach for a mug.

“Pardon?”

Shit, did I just say that out loud?

I turn to my side and raise an eyebrow in question.

“Did you just swear at me?” she asks, and my eyes are drawn to her matte red lipstick, and my dick twitches. What the hell is wrong with me?

Closing my eyes, I pinch the bridge of my nose, my head pounding.

“Headache,” I say through clenched teeth.

I hear the sound of movement before I feel her hand touch my bicep. I open my eyes to find her close, too close. I take a small step back and bump the back of my head on the cupboard door.

“Son of a bitch.” Grabbing the back of my head with one hand, I attempt to slam the cupboard door shut, but of course, it’s a soft close cupboard.

When I glance to Sienna, I can see her trying not to laugh, and it’s so rare to see her smile, I’m momentarily hypnotised. Well, damn.

She bends down and pulls out a small plastic container, digs inside, and pulls out a strip of paracetamol before she hands them to me.

“Hmm, thanks.”

Turning her back to me, I get the perfect view of her arse, and even her downward dog doesn’t hold a candle to how amazing her rear end is enveloped in a come-fuck-me pencil skirt.

She’s holding out a glass of water for me, but I’m still caught in a trance, to the point I think I’m blushing––something I haven’t done since secondary school.

Popping two tablets from the foil, I quickly stuff them in my mouth and down the entire glass of water. I’m probably just dehydrated, that’s it. Does that cause you to have thoughts you wouldn’t usually have?

Her hand reaches up to my tie, and she wipes off some lint before she walks away. My eyes follow her until she disappears into the hallway.

ChapterTwenty-One

Sienna

I can’t handle him in a suit, it has my lady bits standing to attention. When he bumped his head, I couldn’t help but laugh, and even though I tried to hide it, I’m sure I gave myself away.

In my office, I grab my tablet and my face mask, ready for today’s service, and when I arrive, Theo is already there, speaking to a member of the family.

It’s weird having to socially distance and not being able to even so much as shake hands in a way of condolence or acknowledgement.

He nods when he sees me approach, and I stop a small distance away and say hello to the client. I listen as he explains what will take place, who will enter first, and who will be sitting where. It’s a complete contrast to the arrogant cocky jokester he is the rest of the time… well, until recently, he’s been more wound up of late. I wondered if he even knew how to be serious, but when I see how professional and compassionate he is, I’m a little awe struck to be honest.

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