Page 6 of Set the Moment
I have a one track mind right now, and it’s set on having her. Sienna Jones isn’t someone you can own or take as a possession—I’d never think to do that to her, but stealing her time with the hopes of being in her presence is something I would absolutely do.
Have I ever mentioned that pink is my favorite color? I thought it’d been green, but pink is much more enticing.
Light pink and black flashes by, and my eyes are drawn to her immediately.
We could be a million light years apart, but I’d spot her anywhere. Sienna Jones, the woman that you are.
My body aches to be near her, to talk to her. I let the invisible string tethering my soul to hers yank me forward to my missing piece, only for the string to wrap itself around my neck. My soul is yanked back into my body, forcing me to feel a choking sensation as someone approaches my little angel.
A man.
Tall and broad with deep, dark brown skin and even deeper low cut waves approaches Sienna, his smile brighter than the sun as he looks down atmygirl.
My head tilts as the two of them laugh at something Boy Wonder says.
What the fuck is this?
Whothe fuck is this?
Is he your boyfriend, angel?
Why are you here after years of radio silence?
I see red and collide with another person. A woman around my mother’s age blushes as I hold her up, apologizing for not paying attention.
I’ve got to get this girl out of my head.
I can hear Sienna’s laugh from here, and it pisses me the fuck off that it isn’t me she’s laughing with.
Fuck, I have to do something.
Screw herboyfriend. I’m Jace fucking Heart.
“Woah there, honey, what's the matter?” the woman asks, pulling my focus back to her. Her voice is soft with a southern twang and her tone reminds me of my Nonna—sweet and inviting. The lady’s body language says otherwise—she looks strict and extremely put together.
I look around the emptying atrium, my jaw twitching.
Where the fuck did Sienna go that fast?
“Looking for something?” the lady asks.
“More like someone…I need dance lessons at this studio. Who can I talk to about scheduling and payment?” I cringe at my tone, but that's to be expected when the one woman who’s been plaguing my mind for years shows up out of nowhere at a recital for my best friend’s kid.
“You’re in luck, sweet pea. I’m Calista Dupri, owner of the Madam Dupri Dance Academy. Was there a specific thing you wanted to learn or—”
“Whatever Sienna Jones teaches.” I waste zero time. My breathing is harsh as I look down at the woman.
Her lips purse, clearly annoyed by my interruption.
“I’m sorry, young man, but Sienna is one of our most booked coaches. You can probably get on the waitlist for another teach—”
“I’ll pay whatever, but it can only be her. I just need her…to teach me.” I cringe internally by the pleading in my voice. I can hear my dad’s reprimand now.
“Heart men do not beg. Only bitches beg.”
I grimace at the reminder of his words, but Calista Dupri doesn’t see any of this, though. Instead, she’s observing me, replaying my words in her head.
I know immediately what she’s about to say isn’t going to be something I like, so when I see the squint in her eyes, clearly sensing my bullshit, I butt in.
