down to fasten them in securely. “Would you like to go to lunch before returning to the bakery?”
She smiled. “I’d love to.”
They decided on seafood. They were seated and had placed their orders when Sienna leaned forward with a teasing glint lighting her warm brown eyes. “Your favorite color is blue. Your favorite meal is steak and potatoes. You keep your hair short because it has a tendency to curl…” Her eyes flicked up at his hair. “Well, it tends to curl even more when it grows longer. And…you love playing tennis. You’re competitive. You walk out onto the court with a plan A, B, and C of how to defeat your opponent. You like to win, but when you lose, you see it as an opportunity to learn.”
He laughed, instantly understanding what she was doing. Dr. Roberts had suggested that they get to know each other better by telling the other what they knew about them. He had to say Sienna’s knowledge of him was pretty accurate. “How did you know it was blue?”
“Your car is blue.” She shrugged. “Isn’t it everyone’s favorite?”
He shook his head. “No. Yours is purple. Your favorite food is your mother’s baked ziti. You like coming up with new dessert recipes. You like all types of music, but you don’t have a favorite artist. You’re not a big fan of any sport.” He stopped with a grin. “But you watch my tennis matches anyway. Your favorite season is fall. Romantic films are your favorite with science fiction coming in at a close second. You like to kiss and your mouth is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” His voice lowered and he couldn’t resist adding, “You come home from work smelling more delicious than any woman should and I have a hell of a time keeping my hands off you.”
She visibly swallowed. The waiter arrived with their lunch orders and she sat back. When next her eyes met his, they were smoldering with passion. She picked up her fork but placed it back on her plate without touching her food. “Before I return to work, would you like to-”
“Yes,” he replied eagerly.
“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”
“You were going to ask if I wanted to take you home and make love. The answer is an emphatic hell yes .”
Sienna stacked her hands in the middle of his chest and then rested her chin on them. She stared down at him and he was struck anew by her beauty. They had barely made it to the bedroom before making love. A trail of clothing marked their passage through the apartment. Despite their recent passionate encounter, he could already feel himself responding the feel of her full breast and flat belly pressed against him. Before he could get distracted, she spoke. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
He grinned. “You’re really taking this seriously, huh?” At her nod, he pondered it for a moment. “Well, I’m guessing you don’t mean career stuff since anyone can research me on the internet. Um…” The only thing he could think of was too embarrassing. “You’ve probably heard it all from Mika.”
“You’re blushing . Now I really want to know. What is it?”
Closing his eyes, he sighed. “I can sing.”
“You say that like it’s some awful secret.”
“It is an awful secret! Mom used to make me sing in the church choir and any other opportunity that arose. Like when her friends came to visit. Do you know how humiliating that can be for a twelve year old boy?”
Sienna laughed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t believe this is just coming out now. Why have I never heard you sing?”
“When I got serious about tennis, my dad made her stop pushi ng me to take voice lessons. It’s not that I hate it. I sing in the shower, but it’s not my passion so it’s not something I ever wanted to do professionally.”
“I can’t believe Mika has never said anything.”
He arched a brow. “I have enough dirt on her to keep her quiet.”
“Sing something for me.”
He groaned. “I will on one condition. And
She smiled. “I’d love to.”
They decided on seafood. They were seated and had placed their orders when Sienna leaned forward with a teasing glint lighting her warm brown eyes. “Your favorite color is blue. Your favorite meal is steak and potatoes. You keep your hair short because it has a tendency to curl…” Her eyes flicked up at his hair. “Well, it tends to curl even more when it grows longer. And…you love playing tennis. You’re competitive. You walk out onto the court with a plan A, B, and C of how to defeat your opponent. You like to win, but when you lose, you see it as an opportunity to learn.”
He laughed, instantly understanding what she was doing. Dr. Roberts had suggested that they get to know each other better by telling the other what they knew about them. He had to say Sienna’s knowledge of him was pretty accurate. “How did you know it was blue?”
“Your car is blue.” She shrugged. “Isn’t it everyone’s favorite?”
He shook his head. “No. Yours is purple. Your favorite food is your mother’s baked ziti. You like coming up with new dessert recipes. You like all types of music, but you don’t have a favorite artist. You’re not a big fan of any sport.” He stopped with a grin. “But you watch my tennis matches anyway. Your favorite season is fall. Romantic films are your favorite with science fiction coming in at a close second. You like to kiss and your mouth is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.” His voice lowered and he couldn’t resist adding, “You come home from work smelling more delicious than any woman should and I have a hell of a time keeping my hands off you.”
She visibly swallowed. The waiter arrived with their lunch orders and she sat back. When next her eyes met his, they were smoldering with passion. She picked up her fork but placed it back on her plate without touching her food. “Before I return to work, would you like to-”
“Yes,” he replied eagerly.
“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”
“You were going to ask if I wanted to take you home and make love. The answer is an emphatic hell yes .”
Sienna stacked her hands in the middle of his chest and then rested her chin on them. She stared down at him and he was struck anew by her beauty. They had barely made it to the bedroom before making love. A trail of clothing marked their passage through the apartment. Despite their recent passionate encounter, he could already feel himself responding the feel of her full breast and flat belly pressed against him. Before he could get distracted, she spoke. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
He grinned. “You’re really taking this seriously, huh?” At her nod, he pondered it for a moment. “Well, I’m guessing you don’t mean career stuff since anyone can research me on the internet. Um…” The only thing he could think of was too embarrassing. “You’ve probably heard it all from Mika.”
“You’re blushing . Now I really want to know. What is it?”
Closing his eyes, he sighed. “I can sing.”
“You say that like it’s some awful secret.”
“It is an awful secret! Mom used to make me sing in the church choir and any other opportunity that arose. Like when her friends came to visit. Do you know how humiliating that can be for a twelve year old boy?”
Sienna laughed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t believe this is just coming out now. Why have I never heard you sing?”
“When I got serious about tennis, my dad made her stop pushi ng me to take voice lessons. It’s not that I hate it. I sing in the shower, but it’s not my passion so it’s not something I ever wanted to do professionally.”
“I can’t believe Mika has never said anything.”
He arched a brow. “I have enough dirt on her to keep her quiet.”
“Sing something for me.”
He groaned. “I will on one condition. And
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