Page 14 of One Wild Night

"Yes, please." I turned to smile at her, picking up the red wine bottle. "You seem very prepared."

"That's me," I grinned. “You like red wine, right?” She nodded, and I poured both of us both a glass. "Are you hungry?”

“I could eat a little.” She seemed somewhat apprehensive as she gazed around the kitchen, looking at everything but me. “I always wondered what your apartment would look like.”

“Is it how you imagined?” I sat on the kitchen stool across from her once I’d turned the oven on. It was the first time I’d ever used it, and I really hoped I didn’t fuck it up. I looked up at her after taking my seat and my breath hitched in my chest. Shit, she was so fucking beautiful.

“Mostly, yes. Do you have a king size bed?” she asked suddenly, giggling into her wine glass.

“You’ll find out after dinner.” I tried to give her my signature smirk, but don’t know if I succeeded. Fuck, was it getting hot in here? I couldn’t tell if it was the oven heating up or if it was me.

“What are we having?”

“Chicken Cordon Bleu with roasted green beans and garlic mashed potatoes,” I replied smugly. What she didn’t know was that I’d actually ordered it from a fancy restaurant down the street.

“Cooked by your own hands?” Trixie questioned, raising her eyebrow at me.

“Of course. I can do many things with these hands, Trixie. You’ll find that out this weekend.”

"Please call me Siena while I’m here, Ryan. That’s my real name—a name not even Tony knows. I’d like to just be myself these next few days, if that’s okay with you. I’m tired of hiding who I really am from everyone in my life." Oh shit, yeah! I'd forgotten about that. Siena was her real name. Fuck, it was beautiful...just like her. "And you don't have to keep doing all this romantic stuff if you don’t want to. I know what this is, and it’s okay, Ryan. I've seen it before."

"Siena, you have a very beautiful name, but I have no idea what you’re talking about. What do you think this is?"

"This...is a territorial thing. I'm with Tony. You want to be in his place, and by fucking me, you think you'll gain the upper hand. You mob men are all the same. Everything is always about power and control."

"That's what you think tonight is about?" I chuckled, pouring us another glass of wine.

"Isn’t it?" Trix...er, Siena questioned, searching my eyes. Did she really think I was lying to her?

"Not at all," I muttered, my gaze roaming over her body. I needed to distract myself, though, because I was already thinking about her pussy and the things I wanted to do to it. Fuck, it was so close, I could almost taste it. "Let me show you around," I offered, quickly changing the subject before my cock turned into a raging hard on. Taking her hand in mine, I led her into the hallway.

My apartment was quite large. I left my bedroom until last, knowing that once we were in there, I wouldn't be letting Trixie out until I was finished with her. The hardest part would be remembering to call her Siena. Why she wanted me to call her by her real name, I had no fucking clue, but I'd do it—for her.

“Why do you love Motown music so much?” I was standing behind her, watching as she played with my sound system, changing track after track. Of course, every song was from the same genre.

“It soothes me,” I murmured, taking a step toward her. “Why do you like rock music?”

“How do you know...”

“Sienna, I watch you almost every night at Cherries. It’s easy to see what kind of music you enjoy the most. Motown may be better in my opinion, but I can see the attraction to some of the stuff you enjoy. Especially when I’m watching you slide up and down that pole. Before I met you, I never thought I’d be jealous of a fucking piece of metal.”

“Jealous of a piece of metal, huh?” she giggled. Swinging her sexy hips as she walked, she took a few steps closer to me. “What would you say if I told you that I love having your eyes on me when I’m dancing? That I feel even sexier up on stage, simply because you’re in the room?” I swallowed hard, licking my lips.

She was right in front of me now, and it would be so fucking easy just to swoop down and kiss the shit out of her. I knew, though, that the moment our lips met, dinner would be ruined. That was the only thing that stopped me. We had the whole weekend, and as big of a pussy as it made me sound, I wanted to savor every second of it—not just the times I pounded into her incredible pussy. I wanted to enjoy each moment. “Don’t you want to kiss me, Ryan?” she challenged, molding herself to me.

“Oh, baby, you have no fucking idea how much I want to, but if I kiss you right now, I won’t fucking stop and with dinner in the oven, that would probably be a bad thing.”

“Maybe we should eat then.” With the most adorable fucking pout I’d ever seen, she followed me back toward the kitchen. Adorable? What the fuck is happening to me?

“After all, I did slave all day in the kitchen to make this for you.” Oh, I had this in the bag. Judging by the pleasant smile on her face, Siena had no idea I was lying, and I planned on keeping it that way.

“You really went to a lot of trouble,” she declared as I began to take things out of the oven. Holy fuck, the trays were hot! I cursed under my breath. “Do you need a hand?”

“No, I’ve got this. Why don’t you pour us some more wine?” I called over my shoulder, trying to keep calm. Now I was faced with a dilemma. How the fuck did I make this shit look good on a plate? I tried my best, but it ended up looking like a pile of slop by the time I brought it to the table.

“My presentation isn’t the best,” I snorted, placing the food down in front of her.

“No, it looks...um...delicious.”

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