Page 78 of Heartless
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Iwas lying in bedwhen a text from Sile came through.
Silas:Picking up Bianc from the airport.
After I’d texted a thumbs-up emoji, jonesing for my fix of the sexy Sienna Winslow, I logged into the house surveillance system.The screen opened into her quarters, and my cock stirred.
She was in her library, lying on her back with an open book in her hands.The nightgown flowed over the edge of the couch.Her legs were crossed at the knees, and the back of her head was propped up on a pillow while her hair fanned over the cream cushion.I was about to turn off my cell when she sat up.
A couple of minutes later, she was on the move.I folded my arm under the back of my head.She exited her quarters and padded toward the kitchen.When she walked past it, I moved the cell closer.She stopped before my office and reached for the door handle.
Curious kitten.
She slowly twirled in the room.Grazing her slim fingers over the books, she angled her head to the side to read their titles from time to time.I’d turned off the monitors before leaving, but I shouldn’t have worried, she was just exploring, and I liked her in my space.She sat in the armchair behind the desk and spun around.Fucking cute.
Jumping off the chair, she peered through the windows for a few seconds.Her tour of the room paused at the bar.She lifted the lid of the crystal decanter of bourbon and bent her nose close to its opening.Fuck knew why, she filled half of a tumbler and took a big swig.
Her body jerked, and she coughed hard.Sputtering, she bent at the waist with her hand around the base of her throat.While she glared at the tumbler, holding it in her hand far from her body as if it were a snake, I couldn’t help but smile.
Then, she poured the remainder of the liquor back into the decanter before setting the glass back on its silver tray.
After she’d gone back to her quarters and disappeared into her bedroom, I set my cell on the bedside table.
Chapter Twenty-One—We got you
Sienna
Camila and I were bent over the kitchen table, covered with a dozen colorful takeout menus I’d divided into two piles.
Even though I’d just had breakfast, some of the pictures made my mouth water.The front door opened and closed, and I uncrossed my legs before lowering my feet onto the cold tiles while my heartbeat kicked up.
Jake was home.
When a lyrical voice called Camila’s name, she beamed and jumped off her chair just as the woman burst into the kitchen while I slowly stood up.
The stranger was the picture of an Italian starlet from the olden days.She was dressed in a sleeveless cream knit wide-legged jumpsuit, and the sleek sheet of her long, gleaming, light-brown hair swayed as she rushed to wrap her arms around Camila.
