Chapter 137: SIENNA’S POV

Chapter 137: SIENNA’S POV
Reaching the doorknob, I waltzed back to my bedroom with Blake lying on my bed fully clothed without his shoes and his eyes shut. Crap, do I wake him up? He looked so peaceful.

I moved a little closer to the bed wanting to drown in his dark beauty. Dark, long lashes sat fanned above his cheekbones. The memory of those lips and what they did to me made me flush with need. I wetted my dry lips and swallowed. Maybe it’s been too long since the last time?

Hell, yeah it’s been long! And what… plan to have Blake execute that burning dilemma? No! Yes… maybe? Ivanna… think of that name and you’ll snap right back.

“Appeased your appetite yet?” he asked with his eyes closed. His soft voice made me jump.

“No—it wasn’t like that.” He opened his eyes and lifted his perfect brow.

“I need help with my corset,” I mumbled like an idiot while his eyes darkened. I sat next to him with my back turned and gathered my long hair to my right shoulder while I waited for him. I heard him sit up but still he didn’t make a move to unlatch the complicated closures. After another minute of waiting, I took my boots off, one after the other.

I huffed with utter annoyance. “Have you fallen asleep?”

“No,” he whispered, quite closely to my ear. Shit.

I closed my eyes when I felt goose bumps all over my body. Jesus, this is going to be a long night.

“Who managed to help you put it on, Sienna?” Tricky question, but I knew what he was getting at. Why does he care? He’s been fucking his way all over Europe. Trojan horse sounds fitting.

“Kyle was here to help me. Can we please get on with it? I want to take my makeup off and shower. I don’t have all night,” I snapped at him.

I heard him sigh heavily before he swiftly unhooked all the closures in a minute. Damn him and his women. He can have all the Ivannas in the world. I’m not going to let him erode my thoughts with his play of sexual chicanery.

But I’m more than happy to oblige him and let it run amuck.