Page 16 of Claimed By the Possessive Mafia Prince
“No, it wouldn’t, because I’m talking to you as a man, Siena, just a regular man, not some rich, powerful douche who’s going to take what he wants when he wants.”
She doesn’t reply, just turns and keeps walking.
Silently, I wonder if I told the truth. Taking her how and when I want sounds like a dream.
“The shoot location isn’t far,” she says. “It’s the highest point on the island. It should give your parents the best view.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
“Actually, I planned a lot of this. I just didn’t think I’d be doing it alone.”
“You’re doing a fantastic job.”
“Thanks,” she says quietly. “I hope so.”
“I know so.”
We walk in silence for a short while, then she says, “I didn’t mean to snap at you before.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not. I don’t do that. I’m not immature… usually.”
“You’re under a lot of stress.”
“You can say that again.”
“You’re under a lot of stress.”
She laughs. “Douche.”
“I enjoy making you laugh, Siena. It’s like you do it in spite of yourself, like you feel guilty for laughing. It makes it feel earned. And for the record, you’re ten times more beautiful than those massage therapists.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t say silly things.”
“I mean it.”
“Then you’re crazy.”
I take her hand as we keep walking, relieved when she doesn’t pull away. It’s like she’s got a defensive wall around her, and slowly, brick by brick, it’s crumbling down. Soon, we walk up the rock formation that brings us to the photoshoot spot, giving usa glorious view of the island, the palm trees, and the glistening water beyond.
The footing is a little uneven, but overall, it makes for a brilliant spot.
“This is beautiful,” Siena says. “I think I’ll need to make sure there is staff here to get people up and down safely, those with mobility issues and things like that.”
“Good thinking, but right now, you’ve got one job.”
“What’s that?”
I put my arm around her and pull her against me. “Enjoy the view.”
She laughs softly. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”
“Not usually.”
“So I’m special, huh, is that it?”
“You say that with sarcasm, but yeah, you are.”
