Page 5 of Beauty
The freedom feels incredible.
When I move to Paris, I’ll make sure I have more privacy. I’m a nobody outside of Boston. Really, when my brothers aren’t around, the only people who recognize me work in the fashion industry. Alone, I could walk down the street without being recognized. It’s the security—or my brothers—that cause people to look.
Here on this plane, not a single person recognizes me. I can be whoever I want.
Even in college, I never had the opportunity to be reckless. There were always eyes everywhere.
I’ve never even had a boyfriend. Who the hell would date a girl with four wildly overprotective older brothers? Two of whom play hockey professionally and can clearly fight, one with a scowl that can kill, and Gavin. Okay, funny, charming Gavin may not be as intimidating.
Anyone who does show interest is usually in it to get close to my brothers.
But for once, I can let loose. No one will recognize me or feign interest because of my family.
I can just be Sienna. I can relax and maybe, finally, find out what it’s like to have mind-blowing sex.
I stumbled through bad sex with a guy near the end of my senior year of high school, only to later read inJoliethat most boys don’t even know where the clit is, let alone a woman’s G-spot. In college I invested in a really good vibrator and focused on my designs instead.
It only takes one look at the man beside me to determine that he knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. Maybe it’s the glasses, though he took them off and put them away when he pulled out a paperback. I wonder if he takes them off during sex?
Perhaps it’s the romance novel he’s unabashedly reading in public. Or maybe it’s how he taps his finger gently against his tongue before he delicately turns each page. Anyone who reads with such reverence is sure to know what else he can do with that finger or that tongue.
God, I’m horny.
I squeeze my legs and thank my former self for packing toys for this trip. It’s clear as day that this man will not be showing me what he can or can’t do with either of those appendages.
Since he’s determined to ignore me, I turn my focus to the little screen in front of me. When I find the title of my favorite movie,Serendipity, nostalgia blossoms inside me, warm and comforting. For the next two hours, I’ll lose myself in the familiar story.
After the turquoise waters of the Bahamas come into view and we finally touch down, my seatmate takes my carry-on out of the overhead compartment and hands it to me.
Well, I guess that’s that. No mind-blowing orgasm from him. Bachelor number one was a dud. The universe really blew that one.
Beckett: Why is the family jet still parked at Logan?
Gavin: And why did O’Ryan think O’Rourke was traveling with you and that you gave him the weekend off?
Gavin: And how come O’Rourke says you canceled your flight and promised you were staying put in Boston with O’Ryan?
Aiden: Do we really have to go to this dinner tonight? I was looking forward to the Keys.
Brooks: For once I’m with Aiden. Why do WE have to come to your baseball wooing dinner, Beckett? Hundred bucks says Miller doesn’t even show up. AGAIN.
Gavin: Sienna!
Beckett: Found her. She’s in the Bahamas.
Aiden: How the hell did you do that?
Beckett: Tracked her phone. I know where all you bozos are at all times.
Aiden: Shit.
Gavin: Sienna! Answer your phone!
As my car service takes me to my hotel, I glare at the traitorous device that gave away my location and actually consider tossing it into the turquoise waters.
Hell no am I answering when they call. And they sure do call. Incessantly. They love me, I get that, but they’re so damn uptight. So controlling.
Though I do feel a modicum of guilt.
