of my lips, almost glaring. “We ran out of cheese.” I cocked my head on the side, thinking this was a cock-up. “Huh.” My eyes pierced into hers, pulling.
“ Oh, no. Not right now, Knightly.” Sienna placed the batter back on the counter, trying not to look at me.
Elated, I moved closer, until I was pushing against her curvaceous bottom, cushioning my hardness. “Face me, amore.”
Slowly, she spun around, cautious. “Yes?” She wench asked, eyes wicked.
Securing both of my arms on her sides, I moved my face closer, almost touching her nose. “I deserve a kiss, don’t I?”
“ Just a kiss?” She arched her brow at me, making sure I wasn’t bluffing.
“ Un bacio, cara.” One kiss, darling.
When I took her lips, I was having a hard time trying not to touch her everywhere, to feel her close to me. As our kiss deepened, Sienna was barely containable.
She moaned my named. “I want you,” she rasped out.
I laughed, knowing how the kiss would turn out this way. She always did. Kissing her nose, I grinned down at her. “I have to feed you, my sweet.”
She was mumbling some colorful words as I laughed my way to the fridge and pulled some ingredients out. “You need to be creative with food. You can’t always depend on omelets to satisfy your hunger. Cooking a meal isn’t that difficult.”
She smirked, throwing a cherry tomato at me. “Yeah, cause you’re Italian.”
“ Not only are we romantic but most Italian men can cook. We love like no other. Make love like no other.” I winked at her before lighting the stove.
Sienna giggled. “You’re way too cocky sometimes.”
I laughed, before focusing on making us a meal, feeling at ease. This used to be our normal back in the day—back when we were friends, and I merely loved her from afar.
After making us some cozze marinara, a few Italian appetizers, I was enjoying our easy banter before she broke the spell.
“ Babe—Kyle is leaving tomorrow. He decided to leave early, instead. I’m going to go over and have breakfast with him, if that’s okay with you?”
“ Do what you must,” I kindly said, feeling wretched all over again. Gathering her dishes, I placed them in the sink, before I went over to her and kissed the top of her forehead. “Have a good sleep, amore. I’m going in to look at work stuff.”
“ Thank you for dinner, babe. I love you.” She kissed my lips before darting towards our bedroom.
I stared after her, thinking how things have changed.
Now in my study, I strode towards the fireplace, setting it ablaze. The night wasn’t that chilly but it helps my mood and watching the fire burn and dance somehow helps me think. I was merely toying with my cognac, idle, when my phone rang.
“ Knightly.”
“ Good evening, sir. I’m calling to inform you that the contracts are sent and you should have copies in your inbox and your fax machine in your home office just in case you want to look them over now.” Adriana’s cheery delicate voice wafted through the phone.
This woman worked at lot, even on weekends, she was on top of everything. It was impressive. “Excellent, thank you,” I murmured, thinking. “Hey—listen, why don’t you book yourself a spa day tomorrow and charge it on me. You’ve been working far too much and I’m not an ingrate, well not most of the time anyway.” I suggested, hoping that she’d take the offer.
“ Really? Thank you, Mr. Knightly. That’s very kind of you.” She chirped.
Her jovial voice was refreshing to hear. There was far too much sadness in my life. “You’re very welcome. You deserve it, Adriana. Once Luke gets his promotion, I just want you to know that you can take his place, if you so wish it.”
She was now a giddy blabbering mess, saying thank you a few more times before she calmed down. “You’re a great boss, Mr. Knightly.” She drawled. “Whatever is
“ Oh, no. Not right now, Knightly.” Sienna placed the batter back on the counter, trying not to look at me.
Elated, I moved closer, until I was pushing against her curvaceous bottom, cushioning my hardness. “Face me, amore.”
Slowly, she spun around, cautious. “Yes?” She wench asked, eyes wicked.
Securing both of my arms on her sides, I moved my face closer, almost touching her nose. “I deserve a kiss, don’t I?”
“ Just a kiss?” She arched her brow at me, making sure I wasn’t bluffing.
“ Un bacio, cara.” One kiss, darling.
When I took her lips, I was having a hard time trying not to touch her everywhere, to feel her close to me. As our kiss deepened, Sienna was barely containable.
She moaned my named. “I want you,” she rasped out.
I laughed, knowing how the kiss would turn out this way. She always did. Kissing her nose, I grinned down at her. “I have to feed you, my sweet.”
She was mumbling some colorful words as I laughed my way to the fridge and pulled some ingredients out. “You need to be creative with food. You can’t always depend on omelets to satisfy your hunger. Cooking a meal isn’t that difficult.”
She smirked, throwing a cherry tomato at me. “Yeah, cause you’re Italian.”
“ Not only are we romantic but most Italian men can cook. We love like no other. Make love like no other.” I winked at her before lighting the stove.
Sienna giggled. “You’re way too cocky sometimes.”
I laughed, before focusing on making us a meal, feeling at ease. This used to be our normal back in the day—back when we were friends, and I merely loved her from afar.
After making us some cozze marinara, a few Italian appetizers, I was enjoying our easy banter before she broke the spell.
“ Babe—Kyle is leaving tomorrow. He decided to leave early, instead. I’m going to go over and have breakfast with him, if that’s okay with you?”
“ Do what you must,” I kindly said, feeling wretched all over again. Gathering her dishes, I placed them in the sink, before I went over to her and kissed the top of her forehead. “Have a good sleep, amore. I’m going in to look at work stuff.”
“ Thank you for dinner, babe. I love you.” She kissed my lips before darting towards our bedroom.
I stared after her, thinking how things have changed.
Now in my study, I strode towards the fireplace, setting it ablaze. The night wasn’t that chilly but it helps my mood and watching the fire burn and dance somehow helps me think. I was merely toying with my cognac, idle, when my phone rang.
“ Knightly.”
“ Good evening, sir. I’m calling to inform you that the contracts are sent and you should have copies in your inbox and your fax machine in your home office just in case you want to look them over now.” Adriana’s cheery delicate voice wafted through the phone.
This woman worked at lot, even on weekends, she was on top of everything. It was impressive. “Excellent, thank you,” I murmured, thinking. “Hey—listen, why don’t you book yourself a spa day tomorrow and charge it on me. You’ve been working far too much and I’m not an ingrate, well not most of the time anyway.” I suggested, hoping that she’d take the offer.
“ Really? Thank you, Mr. Knightly. That’s very kind of you.” She chirped.
Her jovial voice was refreshing to hear. There was far too much sadness in my life. “You’re very welcome. You deserve it, Adriana. Once Luke gets his promotion, I just want you to know that you can take his place, if you so wish it.”
She was now a giddy blabbering mess, saying thank you a few more times before she calmed down. “You’re a great boss, Mr. Knightly.” She drawled. “Whatever is
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