Suddenly Dirty (21 page)

“Ouch.”

“Fuck, you are blind woman. How many women has Evan been with since Spain? Since t-shirt gate?”

Thinking back over the past week, we’ve been going out and women have been around, but come to think about it, yeah, Evan hasn’t had any women on his lap.

“Maybe he’s having a dry spell?”

Derrick just looks at me and shakes his head. “Seriously, is that what you think?”

“It has nothing to do with me, D.”

“Okay, fine I’ll let you live in your bubble of self-denial,” he quips, while pulling out a gorgeous dress and shoving it in my face. “Wear this tonight and see if Evan doesn’t burst that bubble.”

I walk out of the change rooms and straight into Sebastien.

“Sebastien,” I gasp, as I am surprised to see him here. He kisses each of my cheeks.

“Yvette told me you would be here so I thought I would say hello.”

Standing behind him was Charlotte, I felt guilty standing there with Sebastien, which was ridiculous.

“It’s good to see you again,” I say. It was the truth but having this time away from him I knew I didn’t have strong enough feelings for him.

“Um, can we talk for a moment?”

Sebastien nods as we moved away from the group.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, his hand brushes my cheek.

“Yeah, of course, it’s just …”

“You want to be friends?” Sebastien finishes for me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on It’s just …”

“The rock star.”

“What, no,” I say, shaking my head.

Sebastien just laughs. “Sienna, that man made it obvious he wasn’t happy back in Spain; really, with the spilt wine on the shirt,” he adds, raising his brows.

“No, it’s not like that. Evan and I have hooked up before but …”

“Sienna, you do not owe me an explanation. You are a beautiful woman and I was happy to have some fun with you, but I am just as happy for us to be friends,” he expresses, while pulling me into a hug.

“Thank you.” I say, looking up at him, his large arms wrap around me.

“Come tonight we can party like the old days.”

“Of course, Ma Cherie,” he says, kissing my forehead.

My hands gripped the cold metal of the balcony railing while looking out over the dazzling lights of Paris contemplating my feelings. Charlotte had come back from spending the day with the girls so happy she was almost floating. Sienna’s friend, Yvette, offered Charlotte a job being a backstage photographer for her next collection. She was so excited. She even went on and on about some hot Spanish guy that had visited Sienna at the boutique. Fuck, I forgot that Sebastien was coming back into town.

Tonight when Sienna emerged from the second car I totally lost the ability to speak. She was wearing a black, lace dress that plunged down nearly to her navel. The length of the dress was almost illegal; there was no way in the world she would be able to bend over in that thing. Thankfully I wasn’t seated directly across from her at the table, otherwise I’d probably end up pulling her into the bathroom and ripping the damn dress off her.

Vanessa had organized tonight’s dinner at the Michelin star restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower; it was one she had always wanted to visit. The views over Paris were spectacular. It was a romantic setting but instead of spending it with a hot date, I had to share it with my boys plus The Sons of Brooklyn guys; one big cozy, dysfunctional family dinner. The only thing to sour the taste of the delicious meal was that I had to watch Blake flirt with Charlotte all night. That little punk better stay away from her otherwise he is going to feel my fist in his face.

Noticing Sienna standing away from the group in a secluded alcove looking out over the city, I wondered what she was thinking about. Hopefully it wasn’t Sebastien. Fuck, she’s beautiful standing there in that dress. All I want to do is peel it off her body.

“You okay?” I ask, startling her.

“Paris is beautiful. Maybe after the tour, I might move here, I’ve always dreamed of living in Paris.”

This news shocked me; I assumed she would come back to LA with Vanessa. Shit, she’s single she has no one holding her back.

“Charlotte will be happy,” I responded, giving her a weak smile.

“You sure? I don’t want you to assume I’m using her,” Sienna snapped, her jade green eyes flashing fire at me.

“About this morning, I’m sorry,” I apologize, placing my hand over hers giving it a squeeze. The sparks I felt between us were electrifying. I knew she felt them too as she looked at our hands and then into my eyes.

Pulling her hand away and looking out over the city, she whispered, “I thought you knew me.”

“You’re right, I just … I don’t know, there’s something about you Sienna that scares the shit out of me.”

Finally, her eyes meet mine again.

“Did you get my present?” This afternoon I made sure that a box, filled with the most exquisite underwear from Agent Provocateur , was left on her bed. I wanted to make up for all the panties I had destroyed.

Sienna blushed, “Thank you for that, it was a beautiful surprise.”

At least she was smiling again.

Leaning in a little closer to me she whispered, “I’m wearing some of it now.”

Biting my lip I let out a groan. Oh, no she didn’t just tease me with that. Mentally flicking through the items I had purchased, I wondered what she had on. I was hoping it was the red lace set, no, no, not under that dress; it has to be the navy set.

“Really?”

She turned once again to look out over the city; I could see a smile forming on her lips.

Was she flirting with me? I stood there watching her for a moment; my palm twitching to touch her again. I needed to know what she had on underneath. Maybe just a taste, that couldn’t hurt could it? Moving in close towards her, she gasps as I press myself against her, pushing her into the metal rail. My lips tracing along her neck; it’s been way too long. I run my hand down the side of her body feeling her curves. My fingers skim the tops of her thighs where the hem of her dress falls. Sienna’s breathing quickens as my hands roam her body.

I waited a moment to see if she would protest before I continued my exploration. There was nothing but silence and our heavy breathing surrounding us. My fingers dip down between her legs skimming her heated center, tugging the sides of her g-string, I give it a quick flick, the material snapping against her skin.

“I hope you think of me when you wear them?”

As my fingers dip between her thighs again putting pressure against her with my knuckle, I can feel her heat against me.

“Evan,” she pants.

I let my finger slip underneath the thin fabric, lightly caressing her outer folds. “Do you realize how hard I was after choosing all that underwear, Sienna?” I let my fingers slip further, penetrating her wet center. “Each item reminded me of the ones I ripped off,” I breathe, into her ear while slowly moving my fingers back and forth through her slickness. “It reminded me of you on top, riding me, my mouth on your nipples, sucking them, biting them. Do you remember, Sienna?”

Sienna groaned.

My lips trail down her neck, her grip tightening on the rail with each thrust of my fingers inside of her. Tiny moans are coming from her, each one of them undoing me. “Do you remember, Sienna?” My fingers curl inside her, my thumb playing over her clit, her whole body starts to shake.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“You’re so beautiful, Sienna. I want you to turn around so I can watch you come.” I tell her.

Shakily, she turns around in my arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes lustfully glazed. My lips touch hers softly, my fingers find her core again. Our kiss is heating up, our tongues dueling, her hands moving up to lock around my neck and pulling me in closer to her. Sienna moans into my mouth as she comes around my fingers, shaking in my arms.

Blinking, she looks around realizing for the first time exactly where she is. I slowly withdraw my fingers from her heat as I grab the side of her G-string and pull it, snapping the delicate lace. I raise my hand and bring my fingers up to my mouth sucking her wetness off of them.

“Evan,” Sienna squeals.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste,” I growl, licking her clean from my fingers.

She looks shocked as her now shredded G-string clings from my hand before I place it into my breast pocket. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you go out on a date with another man, Sienna; especially wearing underwear meant for me.”

She is silent for a moment, before I notice her face turning red.

“How fucking dare you,” she whisper yells, pushing me away from her.

“You sat there all night flirting with that waitress and now have the nerve to have a go at me about meeting up with Sebastien tonight.”

Shrugging at her, because there is no logic to my madness when I am around her, Sienna starts to pace back and forth. “He’s a friend, Evan.”

I don’t care who he is.

“Don’t forget you’re here to work, not meet men.”

As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to stuff them right back inside. For fuck’s sake, the girl just let me finger bang her on top of the Eiffel Tower.

“Fuck you.” Sienna spits at me. Fair call on her part, I have to say.

Turning on her heel, she starts to walk away.

Grabbing her arm, I had to change tact.

“Thanks for hanging out with Charlotte today.”

Sienna’s flushed face turns towards me, the frown slowly disappearing.

“I’m glad I could help her out, I like Charlotte. Just don’t think I’m not still pissed at you, Evan. You have been an ass lately.”

“She’s your biggest fan.”

Sienna just shrugs.

“I’m sorry, for being an ass,” I apologize, breathing out a long breath. “About this morning, Sienna, I didn’t mean to …” I ran my hand over my head as I was lost for words. Apologizing sucks.

“Charlotte told me today that a lot of girls like to use her to get to you, so I get the protective big brother routine.”

It was true, it has happened many times in the past and every single time I fall for it.

“But when it comes to me seeing other men, we both agreed to it.”

Looking at her, I couldn’t deny she was right. I fucking hated it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just …” I couldn’t finish as my words wouldn’t come.

Shaking my thoughts out of my head I tried to change the subject to something a little less feelings based.

“Charlotte is excited about the fashion show shoot,” I say, letting my hand brush her cheek.

“No worries at all, Evan, friends help out friends.”

Fuck, she was putting me in the ‘friends’ box. How the fuck do I keep fucking things up with his woman.

“I’m surprised you haven’t asked her to join the tour. It would be great experience taking photos of you guys backstage, plus the fans would love it. It would also look good in her portfolio.”

My eyes widen, seriously why the hell hadn’t I thought about that before. Sienna is a genius. I take her face in my hands and give her a kiss on the lips.

“Not only are you beautiful, but you’re a fucking genius. I have to find her and ask her to stay on tour with us.”

I let go of her face and push myself away from the railings. I had to find my sister.

“No, Evan, wait,” Sienna calls after me.

Ignoring her, I race back towards the restaurant where everyone is now scattered around the viewing level of the Eiffel Tower. There, in the corner, I see Blake and Charlotte chatting and laughing, their body language speaking volumes. No, no, no.

“Hey, what’s going on here,” I call out from behind them. Blake and Charlotte turn towards me in surprise.

“Evan.” Charlotte looks shocked to see me.

“Every single time, Blake, you seem to be hooking up with my employees.” I bellow, my eyes flicking between the two of them. I hear high heels clicking behind me and notice Charlotte’s eyes growing wide at whoever is behind me.

“Evan,” Sienna’s calm voice calls behind me, her hand resting on my arm.