“I don’t mind. I’m hungry for you, Sienna.” His voice sounded on a lower octave than before. My body hummed, as if he was touching my bare skin.
“No, no. I’m starving, mister.”
We worked side by side, and the sandwiches were ready in no time. We ate them right there at the kitchen counter. Turns out Winston was starving too.
“You know, we served appetizers at the store. If you hadn’t been an ogre, insisting on going to the ER, we could have tasted them.”
Winston set his empty plate down, watching me intently, moving toward me.
“You overestimate my self-restraint if you think I would have waited any longer to have you all to myself.”
Wow. What could I say to that? Somehow, he was wrapped around me again. His hands on my hips, his knee nudging my legs apart. “I’ve waited the whole evening to touch you. Taste you.”
He trailed his lips down the side of my neck, setting on fire every inch of skin. I had no idea how my body could react so fast to a simple touch.
“I won’t say no to being spoiled.”
He laughed against my skin. I loved feeling the sharp exhales on every guffaw. I loved that I could make him laugh so easily. Only a few weeks ago, I wasn’t even sure Winston knew how to smile, let alone laugh, and look at him now.
“So I’m an ogre when I take you to ER, but now I can spoil you?”
“Yep.”
He watched me intently, touching his fingers to my cheek.
“What am I going to do with you, Sienna?”
I didn’t ever want him to stop looking at me this way. It filled me with warmth, and so much happiness that I felt as if I was going to burst with it.
“I don’t know. What are the options?”
“Still considering them.”
“While you do, how about a tour of the apartment?”
***
Winston
“Sure.”
I had three bedrooms, and the master bedroom had an enormous bathroom with a tub the size of a small swimming pool.
The whole place was huge, but it had been the only one available for rent in this building when I’d arrived, and I’d wanted to be close to the store. It was a waste, because I didn’t spend much time in it; though if I had Sienna here with me, I might just change that.
I’d thought that the feeling of relaxation I’d felt in Burlington had been because of the change of scenery, and because it had been the weekend.
I’d been wrong. It was all Sienna. I couldn’t be around her and not relax. Something about her just demanded that I live in the moment and enjoy it for all it was worth.
“You don’t have a home office?” she asked, after inspecting the third bedroom.
“I thought it would be better if I didn’t have one officially, but I just end up working on my laptop.”
Reports were lying everywhere. I picked them up as I went through the apartment, bringing them to the living room.
“I keep thinking that if I change the scenery, I’ll come up with a solution I haven’t seen before.” I was about to launch into another conversation about the rebranding campaign but caught myself just in time. “Sorry, I don’t want to talk about work again. Don’t want you to think that’s all there is to me.”
Sienna trailed her fingers up my torso, resting her palms on my shoulders.