Roman moved fast.
He pulled out of Sienna, fixed his clothes in seconds, and stepped into the hallway before her mother could push the door open wider. Sienna scrambled off the desk, yanked her dress down, and pressed herself against the wall behind it, heart slamming so hard she felt sick.
“Just on a call,” Roman said, voice impressively calm. “Work stuff. Nothing important.”
Her mother stood in the hallway in her robe, hair still damp from the shower. She looked past him into the study for a long second.
“I thought I heard another voice.”
“Speakerphone,” Roman answered without missing a beat. “Client was loud.”
Her mother held his gaze a moment longer. Something unreadable flickered across her face. Then she nodded slowly.
“All right. I’m making more coffee if you want some.”
She
