Blade

Chapter 43: Unfinished business

Sienna

"You really should smile more often. It suits you. That frown makes you look older and a little wrinkly, and besides, I love it when you smile." I reach over and try to tug his lips into a grin with my fingers, but he brushes me off and keeps typing on his laptop.

"And you shouldn't be sitting on my desk dressed like that. Baby, it's not appropriate. I’d love to see you naked every day, but I have two men coming over for an important meeting," Blade says, still focused on the screen. "And for the record, I’m only twenty-eight."

I roll my eyes and cross one leg over the other. "A crop top and shorts don’t count as revealing."

"Your arms, cleavage, and thighs are exposed, tesoro. What else could I possibly call them? Go and change before they arrive." Blade snaps his laptop shut and begins sorting through the stack of papers on his desk.

Before I can reply, the telephone rings. He shoots me a sharp look before answering.

"Send them in," he says flatly, then sets the telephone back in its cradle. "Leave now, Sienna, or I swear I’ll punish you."

"But I don’t want to," I pout as he rises and straightens his suit.

"I can’t hold a meeting with not one but two men while my hot fiancée sits half-naked on the desk," he says just as a soft knock echoes at the door.

"You think I'm hot?" I let out a mock gasp, wiggling my eyebrows at him as he rakes his fingers through his slightly tousled hair.

"Yes, baby. You're fucking hot." His voice dips lower as he strides toward me, bracing both hands on either side of me. His gaze locks onto mine. "And so fucking mine." The words are whispered in a sultry tone before his lips claim mine.

My fingers curl into the fabric stretched over his solid shoulders, clinging to him as he kisses me with so much passion. My body melts into his, eyes fluttering shut as waves of heat and electricity surge through my veins. It feels divine, overwhelming, almost otherworldly.

Butterflies dance wildly in my stomach as his tongue slips into my mouth, brushing against mine and sending an involuntary shiver racing down my spine.

A knock echoes at the door, but we ignore it, too consumed by the taste of each other as we kiss like it has been forever, our tongues tangling in a desperate rhythm while soft sounds slip from my mouth only to be swallowed by his.

Another knock follows, sharper and more urgent.

Reluctantly, Blade pulls away, pressing a brief kiss to my forehead before striding to the door.

He straightens his clothes, clears his throat, and glances at me with a composed expression as though nothing happened. “Please go and change. Your clothes are too revealing.”

"I do whatever I want," I say defiantly, flashing him a wicked smirk as my fingers drum against the desk. The urge to kiss him again grows almost unbearable.

He looks like he’s about to reply but changes his mind, biting his swollen lip instead. "Just behave, okay?"

"I’ll do my best, Armani." I bat my eyelashes and give him a sweet smile as he turns the doorknob.

"The infamous Blade Armani! How strange yet pleasing that you agreed to meet with us about partnering with your hotel on Via del Corso," an elderly man announces as he strides further into Blade’s office. His steps falter when his eyes fall on me. "And who might this be?"