Page 14 of Set the Moment
The blonde she-devil equivalent to Hades found us in the most secluded corner of the world, on our little island in the midst of the New Year celebration.
She’d yelled, “Happy New—” until she realized what she’d been seeing.
And that was how I found myself alone on a rooftop, crowded with people who knew and loved me. Sienna ran away from the scene faster than a burglar and ignored my every attempt to reach out to her since.
Hell,Georgiaeven tried to get her to talk to me once.
But now, two years later, in an old unused dance studio alone without any barriers between us, we watch each other like hostile strangers.
“Seriously, Eros. I have a student I’m meeting. My boss is on my ass about this kid…so please just do me this one favor and leave.” Her voice softens as does her brows as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.
Her boss?
Does she not know that I’m the boss now?
“I’m the student,” I say, my voice deadpanned as I tilt my head at her.
I see it in her eyes, the annoyance. It bubbles over like hot water on a stove. Sienna huffs, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she turns on her heels, snatching up her bag to leave, but I’m already ahead of her.
This wasnothow thisreunitingwas supposed to go. She was supposed to walk in and see me sitting here, and we would’ve christened the goddamned room. Instead, my angel’s running away from me…again.
“Stop, Sienna.” My voice is stern as I bark my words at her, mentally hating myself for being so cold towards her, but it gets the job done as Sienna stops in her tracks.
She looks bewildered as she eyes me.
“I booked you,” I say with a shrug as her eyes widen.
“You…what?”
“For the next,” I look down at my watch, smirking, “116 days, you’re mine, angel.”
Her eye twitches as the truth of my words assault her brain. “You didwhat?”
I sigh, blowing out an air of annoyance as I lean back on my hands.
“Cleared your schedule.”
Sienna’s brown skin reddens like a tomato as the twitching of her eyes increases.
“You self-centered, spoiled brat. How dare you come into my space and mess it up to suit your needs? I teachfour-year-olds, for crying out loud! Do you know how hard it is for a kid to adjust to something like that? They probably think that I abandoned them because I’m not there to teach them right now since your cocky ass decided to come in here acting like you run things and taking up my time. Time is precious, and you’re wasting mine right now!” She curses, pacing around the room with her bag held angrily like a vice in her fist.
My eyes widen as I take in everything she’s said.
Maybe shewasthe hot dance teacher Derek and Blake said ripped them a new one after all.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sienna swear in our decade of knowing one another, but as her words sink in, I realize not only have I fucked this up—I probably ruined something great before it could’ve ever started.
She drops her bag beside mine. I watch as a slip of paper falls from it onto the floor, but she doesn’t notice it. Instead, she’s gearing up to rip me a new asshole.
“You know what you are, Jace Heart?” she asks, her voice calm as her eyes narrow on me.
No…I actually do not want to know—
“You’re an entitled rich boy who needs to be knocked down a notch. Find yourself a new dance teacher.”
Woah…What?!
I didn’t spend nearly three hundred thousand dollars on this studio for her toquit…Somehow my mind hasn’t connected with my mouth, because instead of being reasonable and explaining my peace to her, I say, “You’re rich, too!” like an idiot.
