Sienna

“Owww,” I yelped in pain when my tongue got burned by the scalding hot coffee. I’d been all over the place and my mind had decided to take a vacation somewhere in Marbella. The first thing I’d done that morning was check my phone for calls or messages. I was crushed when he never called or texted last night; he usually called me before he went to bed.

I huffed. If he was still mad at me, okay. I could deal with that, but what I couldn’t fathom was someone telling me what to do. If he wanted to be with me, he had to change. I was not yielding to his demands.

I was on my way to Chad’s studio in Camden town geared in an all-black ensemble; black cami, black pants and black pumps. It definitely matched my mood and I was in terrible need for girly time. I knew Chad was a man—technically speaking—however he was a woman at heart. His usual laissez-faire attitude would help pick up my mood.

Pulling open the door to his studio, I let myself in and called out his name. The main floor was his actual art studio where he did some of his shoots and his touch-and-go penchant for painting. He only painted when he was stressed out, though. His main focus, pride and joy was photography.

“In here, baby love!” Chad yelled behind the black drapes and I strolled over to him.

My shoes clicked loudly against the hardwood floors as I walked and my eyes scanned the room. The first thing I noticed was black. There were a lot of black drapes lining the room. The second thing I noticed was his equipment. There were a lot of scattered props; black chaise lounge, black covered bed, huge mirrors, metal working table with a lot of strategically placed work-man tools and an all-black Harley Davidson Hot Rod sat in the middle of the room.

I dauntingly stared at the bike. Am I going to be on that thing? Or the guy named Troy?

“Like it? It’s such a sexy bike. I pulled some strings to get a loaner. It’s going to be fabulous! Troy’s here somewhere.” Chad looked around and called out to him.

A man emerged from another black curtain draping on the other side of the room. He was dressed in a low-rise, all black Armani micro-modal trunk. Holy Shit! My eyes landed on his bulging mid-section and then grazed over muscled thighs and up toward his torso. Whoa, was that an eight pack? I’ve never seen one up close. He had the bad boy, dark hair going on. It was a little long, brushing over his jaw, unruly, but it gave him more appeal and a little edge. Dark hair, chocolate eyes and a sexy grin as he saw me check him out from head to toe.

Chad cleared his throat as I looked away embarrassed. Crap. “Troy Scott, meet Sienna Richards. Sienna, this is Troy,” Chad introduced us jovially.

“Hello, Sienna. Finally! I get to meet you. Chad’s been talking about you non-stop,” the hot hunk said with a dark, deep voice in his British accent.

“Great to meet you, too! I hope Chad spoke kindly of me. He can get carried away sometimes,” I said with enthusiasm. He’s hot, all right! However my man is even sexier and hotter by tenfold.

So stop staring at his body, hmmm?

“Enough with the pleasantries and let’s get down to business, shall we?” Chad’s business voice echoed in the room. Okay, here goes.

Chad directed me behind the drapes where Troy had come out and gave me a silk-ruffled bikini panty, a small, black silk robe and four-inch, black suede boots that sat two inches above my knees—fuck-me boots he said—to change into. He immediately applied heavy, black eyeliner, false eyelashes and cherry red lipstick.

Troy was leaning against a table when I came out. I didn’t even look at him because I was a little apprehensive about my lack of clothing. He was a model; I was sure these things didn’t bother him, though to a novice like me, it was nerve-racking.

“Okay, Sienna, I want to get a few shots with you first. Can you stand in front of the mirror, cup your tits and take off your robe, please?” Chad already had his camera hanging around his neck and he had several strobes, umbrellas and reflectors all ready.

Holy Shit! Calm your nerves, Sienna. Just have fun and don’t think.

Music played in the background; “Teardrop” by Massive Attack. The beat certainly made it more sensuous. I walked over to the huge mirrors against the wall and my reflection stared back at me. Yup! I look like an over-sexed, confident woman. Just pretend you are for today. Own it. I can do that, right?

Chad asked me to turn around as I slowly slipped off my robe. He toyed with my long hair and asked me to open my legs a little wider while cupping my breasts. Click. Click. Click. “Stare back in the mirror and stick your tongue out over your upper lip. You look hot, Sienna.” Click. Click.

His next shot had me lying on my stomach with my legs crisscrossed. “Lift your butt a little higher.” Click. Click. “Beautiful. Now look at me. I want you to look into the camera with ‘I want you’ eyes.” Click. “That’s perfect, love.” Click. “Bite your bottom lip and look at me through your lashes. Think lustful thoughts. Give me that provocative face. Perfect!” Click. Click. Click. “Tilt your head to the right.” Click. Click.

“Troy, you’re on! Get on Sienna’s back!” Oh. My. God. Breathe, woman!

I heard him approach. Dear, me. “Sienna, lift your butt again and pull your hair to one side. Troy, please get on top of her. Put one hand on her waist, the other on the bed to hold yourself and smell her neck.”

Troy simply said “okay” like it was no big deal. I was sure it wasn’t to him.

The bed dipped and I suddenly felt the warmth of his muscled body over mine. His covered cock was pressed on my ass as he gently placed his face near my neck. Dear God! I feel hot all-over. “Sexual perfection,” Chad said.

Click. Click. Troy’s breath was hot on my neck and it took a lot of power in me not to shiver.

“’Kay, now nibble her ear lobe.” Um, hell! This is torture. The minute his tongue captured my lobe, I let out a soft moan. FUCK! “Beautiful, guys! Open your mouth a little wider, Sienna. Troy, hold her waist tighter like you can’t wait to have her. You’re seducing her into submission and will fuck her mindless!” Click. Click. Click. “Change positions. Get on the chaise lounge. Troy, sit comfortably, and Sienna, go straddle him while you take off the boots, please.” I guess I will just have to get over Troy being up close and personal with my boobs then.

I walked over to where Troy sat, hoping that he’d be chipper so that it wouldn’t have to be so awkward, but nope, he was unsmiling as I stopped opposite of him. Tucking my legs slowly on his hips and straddling him, he gave a deep groan. I didn’t dare peek at him.

“Troy, kiss her neck and push your chest to her tits. Sienna, look straight at the camera and grab his shoulder.” Wow, this is intense. I’m going to strangle Chad. Fuck! Blake won’t be happy about this.

Click. Click. Chad went behind me and took a few more pictures. “Sienna, I want you to lift your butt a little and then plump down on Troy, will you? Wrap your hands on his neck and look at me, love. Make the other men jealous.” Click. Click. “Perfect. Troy, grab her ass with both hands.” Click. Click. Click. He took a few more in different angles before he ended the session.

“Thank you, Troy, Sienna. I’ll see you both Sunday at four?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Troy replied as he smiled at me. Now he smiles, after the shoot.

I wanted to cover my boobs, but it was pointless. He had an up close and personal introduction to my lady lumps. I gave him a non-committal smile and he escaped to go change as Chad handed me the black robe. I immediately slipped it on my barely-clad body.

“Thank you, baby love! I knew it was a bit hard for you to do this, but you were fantastic! Behind the lens, you looked like you’ve done it for years. If I were straight, I’d already have a hard-on just by looking at you.”

I laughed. “It was a bit hard, but I’m doing this for you. You owe me big time!”

“Yeah, yeah. Now, go change so we can have dinner.” I waited until Troy came out before I went to change back into my own clothing and I didn’t even bother to take the make-up off. It fit perfectly with my all black get-up.

Chad and Troy were chatting like they were old buddies. I ignored them as I fished for my phone inside my purse, but no messages from Blake. Does he plan to ignore me forever?

Chad invited Troy to join us for dinner, but he declined because he had an early shoot the next day.

“Bye, Sienna. You were great!” Troy said.

I reddened. “Thank you! You were, too!” I mumbled. I can’t talk about it without getting shy and agitated. Ha!

I followed Chad to his loft upstairs. He was making chicken pesto as I pulled out a bottle of white wine. “Chad, what’s up with the soft porn shoot?” Glaring as I poured us both wine.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Baby love, it was hot! Troy was so turned on and you were, too.” Cocking up a brow, he confirmed. “We all heard the moan.” No shit.

“Uh, duh? The man was sucking and nipping on my ear! Any woman would’ve reacted the same way. Throw a nun in there and she’d have the same reaction!” I tried to justify myself.

Sipping half of his glass in one gulp, he said, “I guess it helped a lot that he’s got a marvelous body to boot, ey?” Chad sighed dreamily, thoughts wandering about Troy, I was sure. He’s hopeless.

“Well, I suppose his body’s pretty great! He does have that bad boy thing going on.” …and not to mention his nice ass? I chuckled softly.

“Guess it’s not that big of a deal since you’ve surrounded yourself with hot men lately, hmmm? There’s Kyle, there’s Troy and our god of sexiness, Blake. Must be nice, baby love!” He motioned for me to give him the pepper grinder and I placed it next to him.

“Kyle’s a part of my past and we’re working on our friendship. I hope working with him will help it recover, you know? As for Blake, he’s still too intense for me, but I want him.”

While he was making the sauce, he asked me about Blake. I told him the story starting from the moment we’d gotten back to his apartment that Saturday night. “I knew it! Blake’s face said it all. Can you believe it? Blake is your boyfriend! How can you get all the luck, Sienna? I feel faint every time I see him smile. How do you stand it? He’s such a marvelous piece of eye candy! I wish he had an identical gay twin!” He pouted as he fanned his cheeks. It was true; we both drooled over Blake! Who wouldn’t? He was just über fucking yummy! I went over to hug him and promised that I’d dish out all the delicious details to keep him at bay. He bounced like a five-year-old.

I sat back in the chair, feeling a bit down. “It’s great and all, but he hasn’t contacted me for a whole day now. I’m worried. What if he found someone else? He wouldn’t have to look too hard.”

“Do you blame him? He has the right to be jealous. Kyle wants you back and he feels threatened. After all, Kyle’s your first. He wouldn’t dump you like that, though, love. It’s Blake we’re talking about. You’re precious to him, even as a friend. Now that you guys are dating, you mean more to him. If it worries you that much, why don’t you call him? He’s probably waiting for you.”

“I could call him tonight, I guess,” I conceded.

“Splendid! Now, that’s settled. Tell me, did he tell you he loves you yet?” His question caught me off guard so the wine went the wrong way and I was coughing mildly. Uh, what the fuck?

“Shut it, Chad! It’s too early to be talking about love. This is about having fun and enjoying my youth! It was merely lust, not love; big difference there, Sherlock.” Was I in love with Blake? That’s a little extreme. We barely just started. Love is not on the agenda.

“Open your eyes, young lady! Have you seen how Kyle and Blake look at you? Their faces mirror each other. Fine, let’s agree that Blake might not be there yet, but he’s sure as hell making the trip to ‘I Love Sienna Island’ a little quicker. Trust me; I studied the guy’s reaction that night, baby love. They’re going to fight over you. Kyle was the love of your life. Blake is the present lover in your life.” Chad looked at me thoughtfully. “The million dollar question is, if push comes to shove, who would you choose?”

I didn’t answer him as he continued to make the pasta because I didn’t have a response. I went to the living room and stared out the window. Kyle didn’t know about Blake, yet. Once he found out, I knew he’d be devastated. Will he fight for me? If he does, am I willing to hurt him?

I shuddered.

I loved Kyle. I always had. I mean, who wouldn’t? He had been my life before. Do I love Blake? No, not that way. Although, my body has its own mind when he’s around. With Blake, I felt something… different. He evoked something profound within me. That was the intense part that I got scared about. He was too much and Kyle was familiar.

S

It was past eight-thirty when I got back to my apartment and I was extremely exhausted, but I wouldn’t go to bed until I’d spoken to Blake.

The photo shoot had been interesting, to say the least. I rehashed everything in my head as I showered and brushed my teeth. I’m sure when Sunday comes around, it won’t be so awkward.

Dressed in my pastel pink silk slip, I sat on my bed and dialed Blake. After a few rings, he picked up. Thank you, Jesus!

“Sienna,” Blake breathed out my name. Hearing his voice made my insides twist.

“Blake, you haven’t been texting or calling. Are you still mad?” My voice was low and calm. My fingers toyed with strands of my hair. Don’t be; I’m going crazy here.

“I was giving you time to cool off, poppet. Have you missed me?”

Smiling like an idiot, I gushed, “I miss you. I miss you terribly. Are you still planning to visit this weekend?”

“I can’t come out this weekend, poppet. I’m sorry. My schedule’s chaotic. Hopefully next week, if I can manage.”

I let out a disappointed sigh. “All right, promise to let me know when you are sure it’s definite?”

“I promise, poppet.” I could hear him smiling. I could picture him with that beautiful smile as he spoke on his cell.

He ended up talking about the galas and other parties he had attended for work. He asked me about the photo shoot with Chad. I gave him a cutout, subtle version and convinced him that he had to wait for the exhibition. After an hour of talking, we decided to call it a night.

I twisted and turned on my bed while sleep eluded me. Thoughts of Blake—his voice, his smell—lingered through my mind.

My body ached for him.

My hand slowly went south as I relieved myself, thinking about the man who had hounded my thoughts endlessly from the moment he’d kissed me.