Episode 38
EPISODE 38
brETT AND SIENNA'S DATE, PART ONE
Sienna
“That dress is pure magic,” Brett says as we walk through the courtyard.
Alex and Ariel are dining in a secluded spot under a palm tree. I force myself to look away from them. Just last night, Alex and I fucked on the beach until we were interrupted by the tide washing away our clothes. Since then, I’ve had two orgasms—one from Brett on the catamaran, and the other from Zion the hunky bartender in Emily’s bed.
Wallflower no more. Rather an orgasm monster. If Leroy could see me in this dress…
But tonight isn’t about Leroy. Leroy is my past, and one of these young billionaires could be my future.
When we reach the concrete pathway, I glance to the right. Sebastian and Heather are sitting several yards down at a table, and Sebastian is strumming on an acoustic guitar.
Brett turns to the right, and I follow. We come upon another table set closer to the walkway and out of view of Sebastian and Heather. Brett holds out a chair for me.
“Thank you,” I murmur. I hold back a wince at the chill of the metal mesh against my thighs as I sit.
“That flower in your hair is perfect.”
My cheeks warm. “River gave it to me.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “He did?”
“Yeah. He had a bouquet for Misty, I guess.”
“I can see that between Alex and Riv, I’ve got my work cut out for me. It seems you’ve caught a lot of eyes here, Sienna.”
I squirm against the metal fabric. My instinct is to deny it and revert to my wallflower days, but mere hours ago I was riding his thigh like a bucking bronco, so that ship has sailed for sure.
“The only eyes I’m concerned about tonight are yours,” I say, trying to sound demure.
He smiles. “Good answer.”
A server comes by with water. “I’m August, and I’ll be taking care of the two of you this evening. Would you care for a cocktail? Some champagne?”
What was that bourbon Alex introduced me to last night? Rip Van Winkle or something? Brett is waiting for me to answer. “I’d like a bourbon.”
“Same,” Brett says. “Bring us the Pappy’s.”
Pappy Van Winkle. That’s it. I smile. “You read my mind.”
August nods and leaves us.
“A woman who likes bourbon,” Brett says. “That’s refreshing.”
“It’s always been my drink of choice, though I’ve learned a lot more about it in the one day I’ve been here.”
“That’s not surprising. All four of us prefer a good bourbon to just about anything else. Especially Alex.”
The fact that he brought up Alex isn’t lost on me. Is he gauging my interest? Or is he just stating a simple fact?
I take a sip of water. Time to stop analyzing evidence like a damned attorney and just enjoy the evening.
August returns with our drinks and a small appetizer. “Toasted rye point with avocado and Ossetra caviar. Your amuse-bouche,” he says.
Leroy and I went to enough fancy dinners that I know exactly what to expect from an amuse-bouche. One bite of decadence and deliciousness that leaves you wanting—exactly like my interlude with Alex last night.
God…Alex.
But tonight is not about Alex. Tonight is about Brett.
My whole body is warm as I eat the appetizer. The briny caviar complements the creamy avocado perfectly.
“Delicious.” I wipe my lips with my napkin.
“Tell me about your work,” Brett says.
“You read my bio.”
“Of course, but all it said was that you were a senior associate at a corporate law firm.”
“There’s not much else to say.”
“Was that your dream? To practice corporate law?”
I can’t help myself. I burst into an abrupt laugh, nearly spitting out the sip of water I just took. “Are you kidding me? Does anyone dream of practicing corporate law?”
“I’m sure some do,” he says.
“I suppose so.”
Not me, though. My original dream was to be a prosecutor, but in the end, I followed the money. Having come from a modest background, I didn’t want to live paycheck to paycheck anymore. It worked out fine, though, because I met Leroy through work when he came in to have us review a merchandising contract.
Maybe it didn’t work out fine…
“What’s your real dream?” he asks. “If it’s not practicing corporate law.”
I take the first sip of my bourbon.
And wow … It trickles down my throat with a warmth that doesn’t burn, doesn’t scorch. It’s perfection in a spirit. And it reminds me again of last night…
Of Alex…
Who’s dining with Ariel right now and probably not thinking of me at all.
And why should he? I certainly wasn’t thinking of him while I was getting my rocks off with Brett.
I face him. “I’m not sure I know, and that’s the God’s honest truth.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I used to want to be a prosecutor. That’s why I went to law school. When the opportunity arose with my current firm, though, I took it. And it’s been a good choice.”
“Do they give dancing lessons?”
My eyebrows shoot up. “What?”
“You took over the dance floor last night, Sienna, or have your forgotten?”
“Oh, that…” I look down at my plate, study the smudge of light green from the avocado. “My ex taught me to dance.”
“Your ex?”
“I’m sure Evangeline filled you in.”
Brett takes a sip of bourbon. “She didn’t. We got your bios and not much more.”
“You could easily find out who my ex is.”
“You want to tell me?”
“Not especially.”
“Then we’ll leave it. Though it seems your wounds are still fresh.”
Brett isn’t entirely wrong. Leroy wouldn’t be creeping into my mind so often otherwise. But having three men pay attention to me in a twenty-four hour period—not to mention the two climaxes—has done a lot to alleviate the trauma.
“Tell me about your work,” I say in a desperate attempt to change the subject. “Are you living your dream?”
I berate myself after asking the question. He’s a damned billionaire. Of course he’s living his dream. Who wouldn’t be?
“Yes…and no.” He sips his drink. “Yes, in that technology has always intrigued and inspired me, and I love my work. I love disrupting industries and creating new markets with innovative concepts and applications.”
“You’ve definitely done that. Your work in robotics is groundbreaking.”
“Thank you. I’m extremely proud of that. I also like founding companies, bringing in the best brain power to revolutionize existing areas of technology. I’ve always been a tech geek at heart. Even growing up in a small town, I was the one who everyone called when they needed help with their computers or phones.” He laughs. “I nearly put the local laptop nerd out of business.”
“You said yes and no,” I remind him, smiling.
“Right. I’m still on yes. Yes, I’m living my dream also in the sense that I vowed long ago to get to a point where I never had to worry about money.”
“I’d say you’ve been successful on that count as well.”
He nods. “True enough.”
“But…” I prod.
He sighs, taking a sip of bourbon. “I’m not living my dream in the sense that I don’t have a companion to share my life with. I want that. I want children who I can raise, teach. Show them the marvels of technology. Of the world.”
“Hence this event.”
“Yes.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.
Silence for a few moments, until?—
“I like you a lot, Sienna, but I should tell you that I’m determined to spend time with each woman before I make any choice.”
I clear my throat, touch my napkin to my lips. “Of course.”
Does he think I was expecting a ring and a proposal? Hell, I’ve had those, and they turned out to mean nothing.
“I should also tell you that I won’t be getting overly intimate with any of you until I’m ready to make a commitment.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Overly intimate? Come on, Brett. I know a euphemism when I hear one. You don’t think what happened between us on the boat this afternoon was overly intimate ?”
He smiles—and damn him, it’s a gorgeous California boy sexy smile. A smile that would make any woman ache between her legs—and I’m no exception.
“I suppose it would depend on your definition of overly intimate.”
“Mine includes coming all over a man’s thigh,” I challenge. “What’s yours?”
“Fucking,” he says matter-of-factly. “Cock in pussy, to put it bluntly.”
I nod. “I see. So everything else is on the table?”
Another smile from him, but this one is different. It has a sly, seductive quality. And yeah, my pussy is noticing.
“It wasn’t supposed to be, Sienna, but yes. Everything else is on the table.”
I squeeze my thighs together as I pick up my bourbon, swirl it in the glass, and let the smoky and nutty aroma drift to my nose. I close my eyes, inhale the fragrance.
Brett is not what I thought he’d be. He’s kind of like this bourbon—unique, more complex than I originally believed, and oddly warm and comforting. His character is rich from his experiences, challenges, and personal growth. He wants to share it all with a partner, yet he’s trying to find her in a most unusual way.
I open my eyes. Brett Dawson is sex on a stick, but he’s much more than a billionaire pretty boy. I like him…and not just because I came all over his muscular thigh.
“I hope that’s good news,” he says, melting me with his fiery blue gaze. “That everything else is on the table.”
I take a sip and then smile what I hope is a smile of a woman who’s ready for her third orgasm of the day. “It’s certainly not bad news.”