“Hey, Sienna.”
Chapter Five—Two birds, one stone
Jake
While her friend babbled about some shit, my target sat quietly with her legs crossed at the ankles, a barely touched drink in her hand, and her small purse in her lap.
“Tell me about yourself, Sienna.”
Tilting Morrison’s eyes to mine, she said, “I work in a bank.What do you do?”
“I’m in business.Acquisitions.”
Time to change tactics.Curving my arm on the backrest of the booth behind her, I slanted in.“What do you do for pleasure?”
She blinked fast and cleared her throat.“I...uh, write.I mean I love writing fiction.”
“What kind of fiction?”
“Right now, anything that inspires me.I love Poe and Shirley Jackson.Zadie Smith is the goddess I pray to, and of course, the classics...”
While she talked, she had turned almost completely toward me, and her face had become animated.
“Is Nana boring you with her writing?”
She fucking was, but the blonde brat was encroaching on my plan.Sienna stopped abruptly, and we both turned toward her friend.
“Quite the opposite,” I lied.
The Ashford girl shifted until she was almost in her friend’s lap.“You can thank me later for saving you, Jake.When Nana starts, she can talk about that for hours.”
Morrison’s daughter sighed and got to her feet.“Gabby, let’s go dance.”
The blonde giggled and shook her head.“You go.I think I’m going to stay with Jake.”
“And me,” Sile said with a smirk.