Page 111 of The Owner's Temptation

She hands me the whiskey. “Here you go… sir.”

The pause is intentional. Calculated.

I take the glass slowly, leaning in.

“Thank you.”

Then I slide my hand between her thighs, just my fingertips.

So slow it almost kills me.

She pants, her mouth parted, her eyes half-lidded.

But she does it. She spreads wider.

I keep going until her legs are parted just how I want them—then I pull back.

Like it was nothing.

Like my cock isn’t rock hard beneath these slacks.

I take a slow pull of whiskey, savoring the burn. She’s finally still—sitting in the quiet with her knees tucked under her, eyes slightly glazed with submission. No twitching. No fidgeting.

She’s learning.

Then, quietly, almost offhandedly, I ask, “Will you fuck them?”

A simple question.

Expected, even.

It’s the reality of her role, of the contracts she’s here to take. And yet it sends a flash of rage straight through me—hot and violent, sitting just under the surface. I keep it buried, locked tight behind a calm exterior. But it’s there.

What catches my attention even more is the flicker of shock that flashes across her face before she masks it again. Her voice is smooth, almost indifferent.

“Probably.”

A lie.

I remember her orientation form. The hesitant checkboxes. The hesitations Eve noted.

Inexperienced. Curious. Untouched in ways her bratty confidence tries to hide.

I nod once, slow. “I would like the fire turned on.”

The shift in subject is subtle, but she registers it quickly. That’s one thing about Sienna—she catches things. Even when she pretends not to.

She moves to stand.

“Let me get that for you,” she says, voice soaked in honey and sex. Her knee lands between my thighs on the cushion, one hand bracing behind me on the chair.

She reaches across for the remote, her leg pressing into my cock as she leans.

That’s it, baby.

Those full tits are so close, my mouth waters wanting to know how tight her little brown nipples are.

My jaw flexes, but I remain still.

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