Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips. “I was just thinking about how much I love you.” Despite knowing she won’t say the words back, every chance I can, I tell Sienna exactly how I feel about her. I need her to know that my feelings are real, and I’m in this marriage for the long haul. At first she looked a bit uncomfortable, but now she simply smiles softly and kisses me back.
When we’re in bed—with Sienna’s body splayed out across mine—I run my fingers through her hair, and she sighs deeper into me, feeling safe and content.
“I think it’s possible,” she murmurs after a few minutes.
“What?” I ask, unsure what she’s talking about.
“To fall in love with you. I didn’t think it was possible, but now...I think it is.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
SIENNA
“It’s so quiet,” Micah says, coming out of his office. “How long is she gone for, again?” He leans against the wall and pouts while I continue to type my paper for one of my online classes. “She at least pays attention to me.”
I outwardly laugh at how adorable he is when he’s not being paid attention to, but inside, my heart swells that the man I’m falling for doesn’t just love me and crave my attention, but he also cares about my sister and genuinely enjoys her company.
Before we dropped Ellie off for dance camp, he took her shopping to make sure she had everything she could want or need. He also gave her a credit card so she would have money in case she wants or needs anything else. Then he made her promise to call and text daily. After she left, Micah told me he’s having one of his men guard her surreptitiously. Even though Gutierrez has called off the bounty and Ellie was never on his radar, Micah isn’t taking any chances. Watching him with her showed me the type of man he is and what a good dad he’ll be one day. The thought of having kids always scared the hell out of me, but seeing Micah in pseudo-dad mode has me seeing things in a different light, one filled with possibilities.
The following night, he insisted on driving me to work, and he has been doing so every night since, watching me dance and then booking me the remainder of the evening. We spend the time talking and getting to know each other more—with some delicious orgasms mixed in—and once we’re home, we shower together and then fall asleep in each other’s arms. He doesn’t know it, but he’s slowly knocking down my wall brick by brick, and pretty soon that wall—which has done a damn good job of guarding my heart—will be nothing more than rubble on the ground.
“She’s only been gone four days,” I point out. “And I pay plenty of attention to you.”
“Only when I’m making you come,” he smarts, smirking like the damn devil he is. “We should go out and do something.”
“Like what?” I click save on my document and close my laptop since it’s clear I’m not going to get anymore work done right now.
It’s Monday morning, but since my classes are online, I spent all day yesterday working on my assignments to stay ahead. Since dance season is over and Grace takes over the summer program, I don’t have any classes to teach, either. That leaves my week completely open, aside from Thursday through Saturday nights when I work at Wanderlust.
“I don’t know.” He sighs. “But it’s a beautiful day out and we’re wasting it cooped up inside. I’m bored.”
I throw my head back with a laugh. “Did Micah Alexander, millionaire, CEO businessman, and king of Tesoro just say he’s bored? Don’t you have like a gazillion businesses to run?”
“Eh, they practically run themselves. I want to do something fun.”
“Okay, so go do something fun.”
“With you.”
“I’m not fun. I’m the opposite of fun. I’m boring. I work and go to school and raise Ellie.”
“Well, Ellie isn’t here, and your classes are online, and based on the amount of work you’ve been doing, I’d bet you’re ahead.” I open my mouth to argue, but before I can get a word out, he adds, “And you don’t have work until Thursday.” He walks over and plops down on the couch next to me. “C’mon, let’s do something fun. Anything you want.” He bats his lashes at me playfully, and I shake my head at his antics.
“Anything?” I joke.
“You name it, and we’ll do it. If you could do anything, go anywhere, where would it be? What does fun look like to Sienna Alexander?”
I think for a moment, refusing to acknowledge that he just referred to my last name as his, and then tell him exactly what I would do, knowing there’s no way it’s going to happen. “I would fly to London and attend the Royal Ballet at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden.”