Page 14 of Scorching Sienna

Gael hands me a tablet, catching me up on the profits for the last two nights and any issues he deems worth mentioning, while mybarman Brian pours me a lowball of Yamazaki, the bottle a gift from Mr. Wang, the supreme kingpin of the Yakuza.

His recent successful business deal in this room meant word of mouth had traveled, andSinwas now on the map as the location of choice amongst the world’s most powerful.

With that came more security and more issues.

Like the snitch we had recently discovered and who Gavin had interrogated just yesterday, successfully pinpointing two other people in my employment who leaked sensitive information. As you can imagine, if anyone found outSinhired snitches, we would be out of business.

One was the server Sienna was training to replace, Tia. The other was her boyfriend, Danny, and a stripper who worked in the playroom. This added more weight to my rule for not allowing staff to fuck each other or get into the dreaded relationship.

Danny would never have gotten on the wrong side of me if Tia hadn’t convinced him. Pussy. It was every man's downfall. But not mine.

As if having a laugh, Karma chooses that moment, as I think those very words, for Sienna’s laughter to float into the room, catching my attention and those at tables nearby.

Could we ban laughter?

It was out of place in this room, and yet a smile tugged on more than one face as Sienna animatedly told Stacey a story about an incident in university where she had tripped and spilled a jug of beer on her professor.

Stacey smiles back at her, as enraptured as the rest of us.

This was a bad idea.

My eye catches Luciano’s, the heir to the infamous Galeio Oil Rigging company, sitting nearby before his stare returns to Sienna. Hishead is tipped to the side as he peruses her, his gaze traveling the length of her in one far too slow and lazy sweep.

Her Converse sneakers have been replaced with black five-inch heels, which she manages to walk in effortlessly. Gone are the jeans that at least covered her delicious legs. A pleated short black skirt barely covers her ass while a black and white ribbed top is tucked into the waistband, sinching her tiny waist and accentuating her breasts.

While they were not on display like Stacey’s, this look seemed even more provocative. Fuck.

“Did I approve this uniform?” I mumble to Gael, his head nodding in confirmation while his eyes remain on Sienna. “Start looking for less…revealing outfits and send them to me by the time you leave tonight.”

For the love of god. I get up and approach Sienna and Stacey. Sienna continues to talk even as I stand behind her.

“What is this?” My ice-cold tone halts the conversation. Stacey stares at me with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

Sienna slowly turns, the hair from one of her ponytails gently grazing my neck and doing nothing to tame the beast inside. She looks worried.

My eyes drift between her ponytails. Two goddam ponytails. Stacey has made her look like a schoolgirl.

Sienna tracks my gaze, and her hands fly up to touch the hairbands holding them in place.

Visions of her ponytails wrapped in my fists while I push my cock into her mouth and then use them to set the pace crash through me, giving me an instant hard-on. Thankfully, my jacket hides her impact on me. Or so I thought. Stacey’s chuckle behind Sienna tells me she might be on to me.

“Don’t you like them? Stacey said I would earn more tips like this.”Sienna looks at me like a little lamb. Unaware of its impending doom.

“You. Go.” My eyes meet with Stacey, and with one look, she sheepishly disappears.

“You. With me.” I grab Sienna's arm lightly as I lead her back through the door from which she just came. The door clicks shut behind us, leaving just us two in a dimly lit corridor.

I step toward Sienna, whose pulse is beating frantically in her neck. She is biting her inner cheek nervously.

“Take. Them. Out.” My words are spoken quietly. Softly.

The tension in the corridor is thick and suffocating. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“W-Why?” she stutters out the question and then gulps, her eyes dilating. Her hands rub the material of her skirt while her thighs squeeze together. She doesn’t look away.

She is turned on.

I lean forward, her body stiffening as my lips graze her ear.

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