6
Sienna’s POV.
I can’t think. I can’t focus. I can’t f*****g breathe.
Damian is ignoring me.
Not in the obvious way, not in a way anyone else would notice, but I feel it. I feel it in every inch of my body, in the way my skin is too tight, my pulse too sharp, my breath too shallow. He’s close, but not close enough. Watching, but not touching. Standing there, cold and unaffected, while I sit behind my desk pretending I don’t care.
I hate him. I hate him for what he’s done to me, for how he’s ruined me. I should be above this. I’m Sienna Laurent, for f**k’s sake. I don’t need a man. I don’t beg for attention. And yet, here I am, shifting in my seat, my thighs pressed together because I’m so f*****g restless I could scream.
And he knows.
I see it in the way he stands against the far
