Page 39 of One Wild Night

"I thought I better bring you your whiskey. It seems you've already pissed off Star and Barbie. That's a record for you." She smiled, holding up my glass of whiskey.

"Trixie..." I was a fucking moron! Was that all I could say? Then again, I was clearly staring at her tits. Christ, I knew what was underneath that little top. I'd tasted, suckled, and devoured those fucking breasts of hers a month ago.

"I'm up here, Ryan," Siena glared, making me look up at her face. She was so fucking hot!

"Star said you were off last week," I muttered, snapping myself out of the daze only Siena could put me in.

"I had the flu," she commented, following me into my office and shutting the door behind her.That's a dangerous thing to do, Siena, locking yourself in here with me."How was Brazil?"

"Tony told you where I went?" I frowned. Siena shouldn't know so much. I worried how deeply she was involved with this fucking family. We were both trapped—we knew too much—but I was bonded to Carlo like a son. He was a father figure to me, and had been since the day he found me. I wasn't sure it was that way for Siena.

"No," she smiled sadly. "Carlo told me."

"Brazil was fine," I smiled, realizing she was still holding my whiskey. "Wasn't that for me?" I smirked. "Why don't you bring it over here?"Yes, bring that fuck-hot body over to me, baby.

A sexy smile spread across her face as she seductively walked over to me. Fuck, my dick was twitching already. She leaned over the desk, placing my drink down. My eyes fell on her black bikini top again.

"Have you ever had sex on a desk?" Did I really just ask that out loud?

"I'm not sure you should be asking me that, Ryan," Siena tutted, standing up and shaking her head at me.

"It's not like I haven't asked you before," I smirked, trying to brush the comment off.

"Things are different now," she muttered, taking a step back as I got up from behind my desk to stalk toward her.

"Are you referring to the fact that I fucked your brains out last month?" Siena whimpered a little, her eyes darting everywhere but at me. Now Iknewshe had some sort of feelings for me. This was so different from before. It was wrong in so many ways, but if Siena would have let me, I would've thrown her over my desk and fucked her senseless all night long...Tony and Carlo be damned. If she wanted me, I was hers tonight.

Siena was pressed against my door now. I was inches away from her, my body humming with desire as I felt the warmth of her body near mine.

"Don't," she whispered, pushing me away. "You can't be like this, Ryan ."

"I don't know how to be any other way," I admitted.

"If that's the case, then you need to stay away from me." I knew she was right, and as she opened my door to leave, I made no attempt to stop her. I needed to get a fucking grip. What the fuck was Siena doing to me?

I continued researching Paul Jenkins until Carlo called me to say he was heading back to the mansion. It was after midnight by then, so I called it a night at the club and went to fill Carlo in on Brazil.

"You look well, Ryan," Carlo smiled as he greeted me in his office.

"A whole month in the sun will do that for you," I smirked as he hugged me.

"So I've heard." Carlo chuckled, gesturing for me to sit down. "My brothers and I were talking about you tonight."

"You don't want me to move to Brazil to keep an eye on Diego full time, do you? That fucking heat almost killed me."

"No, Ryan. We have far bigger plans for you," Carlo chuckled. This sounded interesting. "But first, tell me about Brazil."

"You were right. Someone is trying to muscle in on your shipments." Carlo got up to pour us both a drink.

"Did you find out who we are dealing with?"

"I have a name, but not much to go on yet. Does Paul Jenkins mean anything to you?"

Carlo took his time to think about it. He knew a lot of people, and he never forgot a name. "It's not a name I've come across before. Is he behind the missing shipments?"

"He paid one of Diego's men to steal from them."

"Where is Diego's man now?"

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