8. Cash
Cash
Big sunglasses. Even bigger attitude.
I won’t be able to make it through these next few days without slitting my throat. Hopefully, a miracle will happen, and Sienna will leave first tomorrow morning. The snow needs to clear. Or maybe someone from LA will come pick her up in a helicopter. I honestly don’t care—I just want her gone.
I plump the pillow up under my head. I can’t get to sleep tonight. I see Sienna’s face every time I close my eyes. Golden skin. Plump lips. Eyes that don’t even look real.
Maybe I should shove my cock into those lips and see if that’s enough to shut her up. Women like her are all the same. They’re so out of touch with the world, and it’s fucking ridiculous.
I heard her talking earlier. She was moaning to Eli about her stupid rich life. The dude’s only listening because she has a rocking body.
If she likes to moan so much, she should have come in here, and I would have given her something to moan about.
Fuck.
I have a problem.
If Sienna’s staying here for a few days, I need to get her out of my system. Otherwise, I’ll be using the knife I kill deer with to slit my own throat.
She smells like Hollywood, looks like Hollywood and even talks like them.
My cock twitches with arousal as I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me, eye makeup smeared everywhere as she takes me into her mouth.
My hand gravitates south. I tug my cock from my pajama pants and stroke my length at the image of Sienna Lane doing something dirty that her precious little industry would freak out about.
Hair a mess, mouth opened wide.
She gags.
Enjoying every minute.
Fuck. I come in my hand and head to the bathroom to clean myself up.
At this point, it’s silent out here. Everyone must be asleep.
I wash up in the bathroom and return to my room.
People like Sienna never have anyone else’s interests at heart other than their own.
I went there once with someone like her, and I’ll never do that again.
All people like that do is cause trouble. It’s one drama after the next until it ruins your life. And most of the time, the only reason they’re famous is because they ruined somebody else’s life to get there.
The big blue eyes and the perfect smile might give off the impression that she cares and is a good person.
But deep down, I know she doesn’t give a shit.
Like the rest of them, she probably chased hard after the fame, never stopping to question her choices and how they might’ve affected other people.
Sleep finally comes, and I wake up before sunrise the following morning to snow pelting at the window—and another erection.
Terrific start to the day.
I tear the covers off and head to the bathroom to take a cold shower. It helps but my guess is its only going to be temporary.
I have to cut myself some slack. She is incredibly attractive. I know Eli and Knox think the same thing, even though we haven’t yet had a chance to talk about it.
I comb a hand through my wet hair and head down the hallway, needing air. Wind howls through the eaves and snow smacks into the window.
Since jacking off under the covers last night didn’t get Sienna out of my head, I’m hoping a blizzard will straighten me out.
But I stop dead in my tracks as soon as I enter the living room.
Sienna is on all fours, her round ass poking into the air.
She has on tights and some kind of sports bra that is barely holding her tits in.
She exhales slowly and swings one leg out, then swoops it back in and inhales. She repeats the movement, her deep exhales filling the entire room as I stand, wanting to do unspeakable acts to that ass.
My cock is immediately hard as stone.
I zero in on her shapely ass and can’t seem to look away. She sets both knees down on the floor and arches her back—a stretch for her, a tease for me.
Another exhale.
She starts with the other leg but pauses in midair when a grunt accidentally slips out of my mouth.
She turns around, still on all fours.
And makes no attempt whatsoever to cover herself up.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.” I anchor myself to the couch as the world spins on its axis. She can’t look this good. This is not helping. “If this is your idea of a game, you need to cut it out.”
“What?” she says, frowning.
I’m pretty sure she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“A game? What are you talking about? I can’t get to a Pilates studio, and the back cabin is too small and it smells, so I’m doing my workout here.” She sits on her knees. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird that you’re watching me?”
“I think it’s very weird that you’re doing this here, when you have your own cabin.”
“The dust was affecting my breathing. Besides, the place is cramped.”
“Then put some clothes on before you decide to come over here.”
Sienna looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Are you serious? I’m not doing Pilates in sweatpants and a sweater.”
“Then don’t do it at all.”
Sienna scoffs, acting like I just slapped her across the face, and pushes herself up off the floor.
My eyes keep drifting down to her sports bra. She is definitely playing a game, only I have no idea what it is.
By now, I’m expecting her to crank it up a notch and try to seduce me.
A smile goes a long way—she knows this because she knows exactly the kind of effect she has on people.
Women like her know what buttons to press.
They know how to break your heart and then leave you to pick up the pieces afterward.
Sienna folds her arms over her chest and looks at me like she wants to strangle me, not charm me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I bark out a laugh. “I’m guessing you never do what anyone tells you to do.”
“What?” She searches my eyes, confused again. “That’s so not true.”
“What is it with people like you?”
Her eyes go wide, and I can tell I hit a nerve.
“What the hell are you even doing up here in the mountains?” I ask.
“That’s none of your business.”
Sienna takes the towel from the floor and tosses it over her shoulder, heading straight for the door.
“It’s blowing hard out there.”
“Whatever,” she mutters.
The wind screams as soon as the door opens, and she slams it behind her. I watch her walk toward the back cabin wearing nothing but tights, a sports bra and a towel that won’t stay fastened around her for long.
I study her through the window as she disappears, watching her brown hair ripple in the wind. The snow is everywhere, falling from every angle.
I narrow my eyes, wondering again why she drove up here. Princess Sienna wouldn’t drive into a snowstorm and miss her Pilates classes unless there was a really good reason.
I step out onto the porch, wind screeching in my ears, and make sure she reaches her cabin okay. I got what I came for—fresh morning air, but it’s not helping matters. My eyes are still fixated on that cabin even though she’s safely back inside.
Since when did I care about the safety of a Hollywood star?
I stare at the cabin for another moment until snow slaps me in the face and wakes me from my trance.
I curl my hands into fists and return to my bedroom, my mind whirling with thoughts that I desperately need to silence. Sienna Lane is not only dangerously attractive, but different from the rest of her species. I still can’t figure out what game she’s playing.
I head back to my room with yet another “situation” to take care of.
When the hell is this woman going to leave?