5
Sienna’s POV
I’m untouchable.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I lounge on the chaise in my office, one leg draped lazily over the other, twirling my pen between my fingers. Damian stands near the door, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as always.
I haven’t acknowledged him all day.
Not when he practically carried me out of the car last night, still trembling from the way he ruined me. Not when he stood guard at my bedroom door as I slept, sated and exhausted. And certainly not when I strutted past him this morning in a silk robe, untied just enough to be indecent.
I know he saw.
I wanted him to see but he didn’t react and that pisses me off so I practically spend the day pushing him, testing his patience.
Flirty smiles at my male employees. Lingering touches on my a
