Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Some were grunting at the strain of lifting impossibly heavy weights. Others were breathing hard as they worked the machines ‒while the remaining few were gathered around to watch a match inside the elevated boxing ring.
At my entrance, more and more heads were beginning to turn to stare at me.
The maleness all around me was intimidating to say the least. I turned awkwardly towards the door and wished I hadn’t been so hasty about coming in here.
Thankfully, Angelo came in then, his bag slung across his shoulder.
“Hey, Boston!” some of the men greeted him.
He sent a nod their way. Without a word he moved past me, and disappeared into an inner room. For another second I hesitated, aware of all the curious eyes on me, then I brushed my pride aside, straightened my spine, and quickly followed Angelo. It was either I dealt with him, or remained under the scrutiny of the men who were obviously wondering why the hell I was in their gym.
“Why am I here?” I demanded as soon as I caught up with Angelo inside the locker room.
He stopped before one of the metal lockers, jerking it open with a hard pull. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Not to me,” I muttered.
“To train,” he replied shortly.
I jerked my head towards the main hall. “This is an only men’s gym, right? In fact, it seems to be an only bodyguard’s gym. I don’t think I'm even allowed to be here.”
“So where do you suggest we go?” he asked.
A response worked its way up to my lips, but when he raised his arms to pull his shirt from his head, my brain stopped working.
Before me was the olive toned, ripped torso that had been on top of me the previous night. Hell, it was even more glorious than I remembered. And broad. And hard. I felt completely dwarfed by all those muscles. My hands itched to touch them, but I balled them into fists and dragged my gaze back up to his.
He was watching me. His eyes were hooded, but completely arresting. There was a hint of something wild and beautiful, but at the same time threatening and dangerous.
Once again, my panties were instantly soaked. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to dig my fingers into his hair and to pull his face to mine for a kiss. Even better, I wanted my back against these lockers and his cock ramming ruthlessly into me.
Just like he had last night. I craved it.
“I had a choice,” he said evenly. “Either train you back at the house where there isn’t much equipment or bring you with me. It made better sense to bring you here.”
I chewed my bottom lip. That did make sense, but this place was filled with tough, gruff men who I suspected wouldn’t welcome my presence.
“We’re going to have a proper round in the ring, so that I can correctly assess your abilities. Then I’ll make a report on the ways you need to improve and submit it to whomever will be taking over from me.”
I was listening to what he was saying, but at the last statement my head shot up. “What? Taking over from you? What do you mean?”
He sat down on the bench and pulled out a pair of sneakers from the locker to change into. “We can’t be together any longer, Sienna,” he said tersely. “Last night … last night we crossed a very serious line. I cannot let that happen again.”
I finally understood what his entire aloofness on the ride over had been about. “Ah,” I said. “Now that you’ve had me, your appetite has been sated, and therefore you don’t need to do it again?”
His gaze shot up to mine, a strange expression in them.
I went on, bruised beyond feeling. “Well, I’m not done with you yet. Fuck me a couple more times and then you can go wherever the hell you want.”
“Fuck you a few more times?” He looked amazed.
Chapter 31
Sienna
Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was begging him to have sex with me. Thoroughly humiliated, I turned to walk away, but he caught my hand. I struggled to release myself from his grasp, but when he wouldn’t budge I turned around to meet his gaze.
“What?” I barked.
“You’re engaged,” he said softly.
I stared up into his eyes. All kinds of wild emotions coursed through my body.
“Are you that woman who cheats on the man that she’s going to get married to?”
I took a deep breath, and shuddered at its release. How in the hell was I supposed to fault his reasoning? “It hasn’t been confirmed,” I mumbled, “that I'm going to get married to him.”
Angelo stared at me in disbelief.
I couldn’t blame him. Even I wasn’t fully convinced at my words, so why would he be? Especially since he was fully aware of the complete power my father held over me.