The Hookup Handbook(20)
Yes, ma’am. I love it when she gets bossy.
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The rest of the day goes by in a blur of answering emails and drafting the next part of my book. Sienna works diligently by my side like always, and by the time I check the clock, it’s already five thirty, half an hour after she’s supposed to go home for the day.
I’m about to tell her she can leave when both our phones start making loud siren-like noises, causing Sienna to jump in her chair.
“What the hell is that?” She looks at me with wide eyes, her hand resting on her chest just above that delectable cleavage I want to bury my face in.
I grab my phone and silence it. “An emergency alert. Looks like there’s a big thunderstorm on its way, and they’ve put us under a tornado watch.”
She stands and immediately goes to the window, assessing the gray thunderheads neither of us noticed forming. “Well, damn. I should probably head home before shit really hits the fan.”
“Or you could stay. Ride out the storm.” The words come out before I can think twice about them. Way to play it cool, buddy.
Sienna stares blankly at me for a moment before furrowing her brow and shaking her head. “No, don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It doesn’t even look that bad yet.”
A crack of thunder interrupts her just as a torrential downpour starts outside. When I smile, she shakes her head.
“Looks like I spoke too soon.”
“I’m not going to make you stay, but if any part of you is worried about driving in that, you’re more than welcome to stay here. I have a spare room. Several, actually.”
She nods, biting her damn lip again as she squints out the window. I wish I were the one biting that lip. Her phone buzzes, and when she reads the text, she snorts, crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“It’s Ryder. He says the roads are super slick, and it’s impossible to see. He thinks I should stay here too.”
She gives me a worried look, but I just shrug at her.
“Up to you,” I say, ignoring the ache in my gut forming at the thought of her staying overnight in my house, just a few feet away from my bed. No matter how much I want her, she’ll always be Ryder’s sister and my employee.
“Okay, fine. What are we making for dinner?”
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Half an hour later, we’re in my kitchen, each working on our part of the meal with a glass of wine in hand. I’ve had some steaks in the fridge I planned on making tonight, and Sienna dug behind a six-pack of beer to find a bunch of different vegetables she could use for a salad. While I tend to the steaks, she preps the veggies, the conversation between us light and easy.
“I can’t believe it’s taken me all day to ask, how was your first class?” I turn and ask, only to find her bent over in front of the fridge, her perfect ass high in the air and only accentuated by her skirt. I stare for a few beats longer than I know I should, but hey, at least she can’t see me do it.
She straightens, lifting a jar of green olives triumphantly in the air. “Aha! I thought I saw olives in here last week. I’ve been craving them all day.”
“You should probably check the expiration date. The guys tend to forget about stuff like that.”
Her face scrunches up as she searches the tiny print on the label. When she can’t find anything, she shrugs, unscrews the lid, fishes an olive out with a fork, and pops it in her mouth. She moans a little when it hits her tongue, causing an involuntary stir behind my zipper.
Down, boy.
“Olives don’t go bad, right?”
“Guess you’re about to find out.”
She sets the jar on the counter and continues to slice tomatoes and place them in the large salad bowl she picked out. “The first class was amazing. Seriously, thank you so much for pulling the strings you did to make it happen.”
“You made it happen. I just made you aware of the opportunity.”
She smiles, and I feel another twitch in my pants.
Jesus, even that did it for you? A fucking smile and I’m half-hard. My hottest clients don’t do shit for me anymore, but a simple smile from her does. I really need to get my head checked.
“Either way. Thank you.”
“Really, I should be the one thanking you. I’ve made more progress on this manuscript in the past two weeks than I have since I signed the book deal six months ago. That’s because of you.”
A rosy blush creeps over her cheeks as she smiles shyly down at the cutting board. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s a little flustered by my compliment, which is honestly the last thing I’d expect. “Yeah, well. You’re an easy student.”
The phrase “easy student” sends a flurry of dirty images through my mind. Sienna dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, bent over her desk in my office, waiting for me to either spank her or fuck her, the choice is mine. The images pass quickly, and I’m left staring at the real Sienna in front of me, smiling innocently and scooping sliced tomatoes into a bowl.
Ryder’s right. I need to figure something out before all this pent-up horniness for his sister gets the better of me.
We eat dinner at the table in the kitchen, something I haven’t done in a while. Most of the time I’m on my own for dinner, and it’s easier to just eat in front of the TV, or, on days when work is really crazy, in my office. It’s a welcome change, made even sweeter by Sienna’s presence. If the circumstances were different, this would almost feel like a date.