3. Sienna
Sienna
I’m in a luxurious lavender-scented treatment room at the Greenrock Spa and Wellness Center, totally ready to get my massage on.
My massage therapist walks in, and good lord, is he gorgeous—tall and well-built with an incredible smile.
Okay. Wow. This should be fun.
I glance at his big hands and immediately start thinking about what they’re going to feel like all over my body.
“I’m Jamie. How are you feeling today?”
Well, that’s a loaded question, Jamie. But the answer is ‘a little better now.’
“I’ve had a really stressful past few months and really need some kinks worked out,” I reply.
“Perfect. I can handle that for you,” Jamie says in a deep voice. “Go ahead and get undressed to the level you’re comfortable with, and I’ll knock before I come back in. Oh, and face down on the table, please.”
He leaves the room, and I undress quickly and situate myself on the table, pulling up the sheet to cover my ass and legs.
A minute later, I hear a knock on the door. “Come in,” I answer quickly in a strange voice that doesn’t sound like my own.
Great start, Sienna. Just calm the fuck down.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks, adjusting a pillow under my ankles.
So comfortable and so uncomfortable, all at the same time.
“All good.”
Jamie begins slowly running his big, strong hands up and down my back while I try not to moan with pleasure.
“You have a lot of built-up tension,” he says.
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“Allow me to take good care of you, Miss Lane.”
I exhale deeply, focusing on the soothing music and his hands as they glide over my back.
After thirty minutes or so of Jamie’s magic hands, I feel like I could drift off to sleep. This is exactly what I needed.
“Relax, baby. Let yourself go.”
I’m high on the delicious scent of Holden’s cologne, as he strips me naked on his bed and runs his hands all over my body.
This is the first time he’s seen me naked, and I’m both nervous and excited.
My breath hitches as his hands wander, finding themselves on my ass. He pauses there for a moment, a slight growl escaping from his lips.
“Fucking perfect,” he says. I can’t believe those words just came out of Holden Gray’s mouth.
“I’ve been waiting to get you naked and all to myself,” he whispers in my ear.
Shivers run down my spine. This can’t be happening right now.
I’m actually naked. And lying next to one of the hottest celebrities in the world.
He slides his hand down my stomach and then lower, and I completely lose it.
I’ve had a couple of other boyfriends, and the sex was okay at best. But what Holden is making me feel right now, I’ve never felt.
Jesus fucking christ, why does it feel this good?
“How is this for you, sweetheart?”
I’m breathless, trying to find the right words. I’m totally tongue-tied, pleasure building at my swollen clit as he rubs circles over the area.
“I-I’m…”
“You don’t need to say anything,” he says. “Just focus on how it feels.”
Desire floods my senses as he pushes his finger inside me.
Everything’s on fire.
I fist the sheets as the world tilts on its axis.
Gravity is heavy, pushing me down into this moment. Holden and me. We’re the only two people who matter. This moment is the only thing that exists right now.
And I want it to last forever.
“Have you ever had someone touch you before?”
“No,” I answer, breathless, still freaking out over the fact that Holden Gray is fingering me. “Well, yes, actually, but not like this.”
I feel my cheeks turn hot, a little embarrassed to be admitting that. I know Holden has to be very experienced. He’s eight years older than me and has definitely had a lot of practice.
“Good,” he sighs, sinking his finger deeper. “I want to make you feel so good.”
My pulse somehow finds a way to beat even quicker.
And then he introduces a second finger.
My clit pulsates with pleasure, my orgasm getting closer.
“Lie back and enjoy. I won’t stop until you come undone.”
His words push me over the edge.
I come around his two fingers while a third continues to rub my clit. I’m destroyed in the best way possible. Sweet pleasure fills me from head to toe, unraveling in ways that are hard to comprehend.
“Miss Lane?” says Jamie, waking me from my trance.
“Yes?” I must have drifted off, and I have no idea how long I was out.
“Is everything okay?”
It takes me a second to register how breathless I am. But that’s not the most shameful part. There’s a pulsing between my thighs, and I piece together what just happened.
I sit up, clutching the sheet around me. “Sorry. I’ve just had a super stressful week.”
Jamie nods his head. “I saw online that your ex, Holden, proposed to his girlfriend. That must have been tough.” He takes a breath. “If it’s any consolation, you’re better off without him.”
“Why is that?” I ask.
“Being single opens up new, exciting opportunities…”
“Let me guess—” I raise my eyebrows. “Like getting a massage from you?”
“We can take it a step further than the massage.” He glances at my cheeks, which are burning up. “If you’re turned on, that’s completely okay.”
“I’m not turned on.”
“But let’s just say if you were.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but notice the perfect dimple in his left cheek.
Damn this man for looking so good.
As hot as this guy is, though, I know better than to sleep with him and risk the story getting out. The media is obsessed with me and anything I have that even resembles a love life.
“I’m good,” I say, sliding off the table with the sheet wrapped around me. “Thanks for the massage.”
Jamie shrugs and leaves me to get dressed.
I slip into the bathing suit I brought and pull on a robe over it.
Navigating to the main pool area, I dip into the warm, bright blue water.
Snow begins to fall outside, and I’m taken for a moment by how beautiful it is.
I never see snow in LA, and I miss it—we had so much of it growing up in Michigan.
I sink further into the water, letting its warmth wrap around me. It’s doing little to calm the beating of my heart, though.
Perhaps a spa weekend was a bad idea. It’s dangerous to be alone with your thoughts sometimes.
I landed my first audition at sixteen to dance in LA and was quickly picked up by a modeling agency. I ended up going to way more photo shoots than dance auditions, and when I signed my first contract with Hollywood, the dancing stopped completely.
“What happened to the dancing, honey?” asked Grammy when she called on my eighteenth birthday. I was caught up in LA and unable to make it back home. “You always loved dancing, ever since you were a little girl.”
“My agency thinks I can go bigger than that, Grammy. They say they can make me a star.”
I rest my head against the wall of the pool now.
Exhale through the pain.
There was no time to think back then, no time for pain. No time to do anything but attend back-to-back casting calls, shoot movies and give endless interviews. I was in the spotlight. The attention was on me.
And now I’m slowly creeping back into irrelevance…
A feeling that motivated me all the way to Hollywood in the first place.