Honesty?
No, there’s no way in hell she’s ready for that. I slide backwards, carefully pulling my hand out of her hair and my legs away from hers so that we’re no longer touching. Her shoulders slouch, and she stops twisting her fingers together in her lap, relaxing.
Honestly? I want to take you until you beg me to keep you.
I decide to save those words for later, and I say, “Have dinner with me.”
Sienna’s mouth drops open a little, like she’s shocked and doesn’t know that she’s so distracting I’ve not been able to get a f**king thing accomplished since she ran into me this morning. She recovers a moment later, but just as she says my name in a hesitant voice, the door to my dressing room nudges open and Kylie peeks in.
Is she kidding me?
My sister glances between me and Sienna several times before saying, “You’re needed.”
A muscle in my jaw tics. “I’m busy,” I growl.
Kylie cocks her head to the side, keeping her face blank. Can’t decide whether she’s holding back a look of distaste or a grin, but I don’t care for either one. “The world doesn’t stop for Lucas Wolfe,” Kylie points out.
“I need to go and work on . . . costume stuff,” Sienna says, and she’s already on her feet. Her body knocks against my legs as she passes by. Rubbing her palms down the sides of her tight jeans, she glances over her shoulder at me and a rush of desire speeds through me. I’ve wanted women hours—hell, minutes—after meeting them, but never this bad. Sienna turns her gaze from mine and keeps her head down as she rushes to the door. Kylie steps out of her way, giving her a little smile as she leaves.
Kylie leans her whole damn body out into the hallway, watching Sienna’s retreating form for a long moment before saying, “She seems like a sweet girl.”
“Yeah.”
She comes inside of the dressing room, shuts the door behind her with the back of her foot, and rests her back to it. I know I’m in for a shitstorm when Kylie crosses her arms tightly over her chest, so I c**k my eyebrow. “Go on. Spit it out.”
At first she seems unsure of whether or not she wants to speak—which is a f**king miracle since Kylie’s got something to say about everything—but then she shakes her head. “Don’t . . . Lucas.”
“Don’t what?”
She narrows her brown eyes. “Don’t be a douche, Luke. Don’t pull your shit with her.”
“You don’t even know her.”
“Neither do you. She looks like a . . .” Kylie’s words trail off and she takes a deep breath, blushing.
I’m able to mentally fill in her words.
A virgin.
Innocent.
Too sweet for Lucas Wolfe.
But even that doesn’t stop this f**ked up need to consume Sienna, to have her in my bed. Grabbing my water from the table in front of me, I stand and stalk across the room. I give Kylie the tight smile I know she can’t stand because she says it makes me look like a condescending dick. “I’ll do my best.”
“You’re a f**king liar.”
It’s done. This conversation with my little sister is done.
“Worry about your own shit with Wyatt,” I warn.
Mentioning whatever the hell she’s still got going on with him does it for Kylie. Sucking in her cheeks, she tilts her head to one side. She drags her hand through her striped hair, frustrated, looking like she wants to knock me in the mouth.
I’d rather her follow through with hitting me than listen to her preach about how I shouldn’t seduce the wardrobe girl.
Kylie settles for jabbing me hard in the chest, but I don’t budge. “You know what? Have it your way, Luke.”
“Hadn’t planned on doing anything but that,” I say as I leave the room. It takes several seconds but then I hear Kylie sigh, and she speeds up to catch up with me.
Sienna stays out of my way for the rest of the day—leaving me craving for my next opportunity to get her to myself—and I catch myself seeing her face as I roll around with the blonde. When Christina’s hands stroke my body, I imagine pale fingers rippling across my flesh, digging into my skin and scratching me hard. When Christina moans in mock ecstasy beneath me, I imagine Sienna naked, bound, doing the same, with her hands wrapped tightly around the bed posts and her body trembling around me.
And when the blonde actress’s time with me is up—and I’m sure she’ll never see me again—I wish it were Sienna who comes to my dressing room, and not her. Wyatt lets Christina in, grinning at her and ogling her ass when he decides to piss off and leave. The second the door closes behind him, Christina peels her shirt over her head.
She’s not wearing shit beneath it.
“You want me,” she says, sauntering forward, and I shake my head.
No, I still want to devour Sienna.
I toss my phone onto the opposite end of the couch, ignoring the frantic sounds of the incoming text messages from Samantha. “Not even a little bit,” I say in a cool voice. “Leave,” I order, but Christina comes to me anyway, sliding her lush body down on top of mine.
“Why?” she pouts, causing my neck to stiffen.
“Because I told you before that I wanted nothing from you. Because I’m not attracted to you.” Her face falls, even as she traces a long fingernail across my chest. She opens her mouth to argue, but I shake my head. “I’m not going to change my mind, Christina.”
When I don’t make an effort to touch her, she scrambles from my lap, angrily dragging her black shirt over her head as she leaves. I drop my head back. The second I close my eyes I hear another text coming through, and I clench my jaw.