Sienna
Of course, I want to go shopping.
I jump at Nate’s offer.
Anything to get me out of the penthouse.
Also, I really do need clothes and other necessities I’m missing here in his home.
We’re now in the limo.
I have no clue what stores he’s taking me to, but I’m happy just to be out.
“Where are we going, exactly?” I ask him.
“I thought we should take care of the clothes issue first. We’ll visit Chanel, Versace, Gucci, and others of the sort. Only the best for you.”
Wow. There’s only one problem with his extravagant plan.
“I don’t have any way to pay for anything I find in those stores, Nate. I just realize I don’t have any way to pay for anything today.”
Shit. There goes the shopping trip.
“Sienna, I am more than capable of buying whatever you need, no matter the price. In case you didn’t notice at the penthouse, I have money. Plenty to spare for a shopping spree today.”
“I did notice,” I say. “You’re going to buy everything?”
“Yes. Anything you want, you can have,” he affirms.
My initial excitement for our excursion returns.
He puts me on guard in the next instant when he states, “With one condition.”
He’s flashing that devilish smile again.
“What condition do you have in mind?” I ask warily.
He digs into his pocket to pull out his wallet.
He retrieves his black card, grasping it between his index and middle finger.
“The condition is, I’ll let you buy whatever you want—as long as you model every piece of clothing you try on. Agree?”
I hesitate for a split second. It’s just trying on clothes and then showing him. Hell, if I’m comfortable swimming naked in his pool without worrying about him seeing me, I can model a few outfits for him.
It’ll be fun. Yet another way I can torture him the way he tortures me.
I flash him an innocent smile.
“Agreed,” I state.
We’re soon going from store to store.
I’m standing in a dressing room, trying on yet another outfit.
This one is simple compared to the others I’ve tried.
It’s a figure-hugging blood red dress with long sleeves. The front is cut low to accentuate my décolletage. There isn’t a back to the dress, so the whole expanse is on display. The hem falls just above my knees, and a slit runs up the side of my right leg.
It’s sexy and seductive. My skin’s on full display.
I have a huge smile on my face.
Nate is going to love this, and it will have the desired effect I’m going for.
Desire.
Torture.
I’ll give him a show.
I walk out of the dressing room, sensually swaying my hips as I go.
Nate is sitting in a chair facing the platform that’s surrounded by mirrors. He’s in the best position to get a look at every angle of my outfit.
He’s on the phone, conducting what I assume is business.
It’s what he’s been doing the whole time in every store. But each time I come out, his eyes become glued to me.
This time is no different.
He watches intently as I walk up the raised platform.
I look at myself in every mirror. I know I look good. The dress is simple but amazing.
It works perfectly with my skin tone and hair. It doesn’t overwhelm nor underplay my features.
I see Nate still staring at me in the mirror.
I turn around to face him so he can get a look at how I look from the back, and to give him a clear few of the front.
The intensity of his stare never wavers. Even as he converses with whoever he’s on the phone with, he can’t seem to get enough of me no matter what I wear.
I smile seductively at him.
It’s the first time I’ve truly smiled since Daddy died.
I haven’t thought of that horrible night since we got in the limo and started shopping. It’s distracted me from my current situation, and surprisingly, I’m happy.
I’m genuinely glad to be in this moment with Nate.
He makes me feel grounded and content under his intensely sexy gaze.
It’s not just being in this store, trying on exquisite clothes that I feel this way.
Nate is always watching me, protecting me, and making sure I’m safe.
Right now, though I’m content to be under his scrutiny and to show off the clothing for him, he honestly didn’t have to make it a condition to use his card to pay for everything.
I would’ve wanted to show him. I want to see the desire and attraction in his eyes when he sees me dressed in clothes like this.
He suddenly ends his call.
Sitting back in the chair, he licks his lips.
“Well?” I ask to break the silence. “What do you think?”
He twirls his finger to indicate that he wants me to spin around.
I slowly do as he commands.
I feel sexy in the dress, but with Nate scrutinizing me, I feel fucking sensational.
It’s empowering to have a man like Nate—dangerous, domineering, sexy—completely focused on me. No one else.
He stands up. He turns me to face the mirrors while gripping my waist. His body presses against my back. I feel his erection pressing against my ass.
Our gazes meet in the mirror. His lips brush against my ear.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sienna. Don’t even think about leaving here without purchasing this dress. Understand?”
I simply nod in agreement.
“Good,” he whispers before placing a kiss on the side of my neck.
I shiver.
He returns to the chair to make another phone call.
I walk back to the fitting room.
Standing there, still in the dress, I touch my neck where Nate kissed me. God, his lips feel amazing no matter where they land on me. The simple kiss on my neck brings back the memory of his kiss the night before.
My body heats and becomes aroused just from the memory.
His lips.
The taste of him as we consumed each other.
It’s still fresh in my mind. As if I could ever forget.
I start to peel myself out of the dress to try on the next piece of clothing.
Even while I do this, Nate consumes my thoughts.
I was obsessed with him when we were younger. I wanted him as a companion, as a friend, and so much more.
Back then, it was the desire of a teenage girl who wanted a cute boy to be her boyfriend. I wanted him to dote on me.
Now? We’re both adults. Grown adults who are close to ripping each other’s clothes off, to consume one another, body and soul.
The lust and sexual tension raging between us is like nothing else.
What was once a teenaged fantasy is slowly becoming reality.
A reality more intense than either of us could have imagined back when we were younger.
The fact that I’m essentially his prisoner and I want to escape back home to my mother is irrelevant in these consuming moments we keep finding ourselves in.
I think of nothing else in these moments except Nate.
Nate’s touch.
Nate’s lips.
Nate’s everything.
Does that make me addicted to Nathan Sharp?
Maybe.
Do I care?
Nope.
I finish showing Nate the rest of the clothes I picked to try on in this store.
The red dress is tucked into one of the black shopping bags when we leave.
The rest of the day continues in the same manner.
“Are you hungry?” Nate asks.
“Starving!” I respond.
“Let’s have dinner. I know the perfect place.”