He wanted Sienna and he meant to have her.

* * *

Holy shit. Sienna stared at the man she’d propositioned. She wasn’t sure she’d really thought that he’d agree, and now that he had? She needed to gather her courage.

She reached down and pulled off one heel, then the other. “Umm, make yourself comfortable. I’ll go change and be back,” Sienna said and headed into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She tossed the shoes on the floor and leaned against the wood, forcing air into her lungs. What did she do now? Although she’d sworn not to say a word, she decided Girl Code overrode that promise, and she dialed Avery on her cell, whispering when the other woman answered.

“Avery?”

“Sienna? Are you okay? Why are you whispering?” Avery asked, whispering back.

“Who is it, sugar?” Grey’s voice.

“Tell him it’s me, I’m fine, and go into another room,” Sienna instructed.

“Okay, I’m in the bathroom, door closed. What in God’s name is going on?” Thank God Avery did as she was told.

“I found the guy. The one. He’s in the other room now and I’m freaking out!” She didn’t tell Avery who she was with. Her half sister and best friend would pick up on the pertinent details.

“Oh my God. You’re going to lose your virginity!” Avery squealed.

“Shh! Just tell me I can do this. I need to know I’m not crazy.”

Avery’s breathing sounded over the phone, and then, “You waited this long. If you’ve found the guy, you’ve found the guy. Now pull up your big-girl thong and get back in there!” she instructed.

Laughing, which broke the tension and was just what Sienna needed in the face of Ethan’s intensity, she relaxed, comfortable again with her decision. “I’m going. Thank you! Bye!”

She breathed out, brushed her teeth, and went to undo her dress only to find she couldn’t reach the back herself. So that was how it was going to go.

She drew a steadying breath and returned to ask Ethan for help. She stepped back into the room.

He’d removed his jacket and hung it over a chair and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing tanned, muscled forearms.

She swallowed hard and, knowing she was blushing, said, “I need help with my dress.”

His eyes darkened at the request, ice darkening to a darker, sexier shade of blue.

She turned, pulling her long hair to one side.

He placed his empty glass on the nearest table and strode over, all her senses aware of him as he came closer. His seductive scent, the heat of his body, the sharp inhale of his breath as he placed his big hands behind her and slowly, seductively pulled down the zipper, until she felt the rush of cool air on her bare back and the warmth of his breath near her neck.

She was more aware than ever of the tiny scrap of lace she called underwear and the matching bra she’d chosen to wear. Just because she’d liked the set, not because she’d ever thought anyone besides her would see it.