Page 44 of Pretty Plaything
Chapter 22
WHEN SIENNA CLOSESthe door, I pull out my phone and order some breakfast.
My cock is still way too happy about seeing her, but I have more important things to think about.
My plan has to be set in motion. And the first step begins today. I’ll use Sienna to get what I want, and she won’t even realize what I’m doing.
But there’s something different in her eyes today. I’d almost say she had a nightmare because there was a strange vulnerability in those dark depths, but it was quickly replaced by her usual fiery anger.
Maybe I should ask what happened, but I shouldn’t care.
It doesn’t matter as long as I get what I need.
I slip closer to the bathroom door and crack it open. The bathroom is full of steam, but I can see Sienna in the shower as she scrubs at her skin.
She bends, giving me a perfect view of her ass and making my balls tighten. I could get in there and fuck her against the wall.
I hear a knock. With an annoyed sigh, I close the bathroom door. Breakfast’s here, and maybe it’s for the best.
I shouldn’t think about fucking Sienna or about the things I’d like to do to her.
When Sienna’s out of the bathroom, I regret getting her a plain black cocktail dress. Somehow, she manages to make everything she wears sexy, no matter how boring it seems.
“Eat something,” I say when her gaze falls on the food.
She immediately picks up a piece of toast, her stomach rumbling.
As she eats, she keeps glancing at me, but her eyes are unreadable.
What is she thinking?
If only I could know.
“Is there anything you left back at your parents’ house that you’d like to have?” I ask.
Her brow furrows. “Why?”
“I have some business to attend to close by. So if you want any photos or souvenirs, tell me and I’ll get them for you.”
“Can I call my parents instead?”
“I’ll think about it if you behave. For now, you only get this chance. Is there anything you want? I won’t ask again.” It’ll be a shame if she messes up my plan by saying no.
She presses her lips into a tight line. “I want the bag with my things that was at the castle, if no one brought it already. And I want the photos that are on my dressing table. Of my family and me.” She eyes me carefully.
She can tell I’m up to something, but she doesn’t know what, and I intend to keep it that way. I’ll have to be more careful in the future, though.
