Safe Place

Chapter Five

Sienna

Tell me why out of all the things I should be thinking about, I was only thinking about one thing. One person, to be exact. Dominic CEO Harrison. This asshole has been living in my mind rent fucking free, and I hated it.

I hated how much I thought about him. Granted, not all of my thoughts were murderous. Only ninety percent was. The whole diner seemed to love and adore him and claim he was funny and sweet. I didn't care about being funny and sweet.

I disliked him from the first moment he stepped into the diner; he was all posh and expensive. I wanted to smack him, and sometimes the urge grew, while other times it didn't even exist.

He didn't have the time or patience to deal with my shit; instead, giving it back to me. I had to admit that it was funny how he never seemed phased or offended. He actually seemed like he couldn't care what I did or said to him because he always had some smug response that made me question if I really hated him.

You don't think about someone you hate this much; I mean, you're not supposed to. It just didn't make sense to. Closing my eyes, I exhaled and leaned my head back on the bench.

I heard it creak and squeak, indicating someone was sitting next to me, and I groaned as I looked up. It was him. The devil that's taken refuge solely in my brain. The handsome asshole in a suit.

"That'll kill you, you know?"

"Smoking or having a conversation with you?" I asked, flicking the end of the cigarette.

"Probably both." He said, and I turned to face him.

He was stunningly more handsome up close. I could see that God had taken his time creating this man. Every inch of his face was constructed to mere perfection. The prickly stubble that had somehow was already growing out since yesterday, and when he reached up to scratch it, I found myself relishing the rough sound.

He was dressed in what had to be a custom and perfectly made navy blue suit. The sleeves gripped those arms tightly, the slacks shaping his long legs, and when he leaned back, I watched him place his hand over the bench; his broad chest expanded with the movement.

Dark chocolate brown hair was as disheveled as last time, yet in a very posh and clean manner as if he tried to make it seem unstyled, untouched. Those twinkling jade eyes that resembled deep jungles and forests eyed me steadily as he cocked his head.

"If you want to use the bathroom, just go inside," I said with an exhale. "Pretty sure you paid enough to be a customer until your work here is done."

I stood up and dropped the cigarette to the ground. I crushed it, and his hand clasped around my wrist before I could walk.

"What now?" I asked, yanking my hand out of his.

"I have a proposition for you."

"Ugh, I hate men from the city," I grumbled.                

"I want you to be mine for a month." He spoke, and I think I choked on air as I sat back down next to him.

He was serious. I looked at him with wide eyes and was pretty sure my mouth was open as I gaped up at him. What the fuck did he just say?

I had to have heard him wrong. "I'm sorry, what?"

"One month. Thirty days. I want you to be mine."

"Look, buddy, I'm not from the city, so I don't know what kind of shit you're into, but I'm not into that."

"You don't even know what it is." He exasperated, turning to face me. He licked his lips, and his hands fell into his lap. "It's thirty days. I don't date, don't do relationships. I give girls thirty days. I take care of them, and when the last day is up, we both go our separate ways."