As for all that Ricci had asked, Siena knew she could fulfill them, only that doing that would complicate their present relationship.
But did she want that? What did she want? It used to be plain as daylight, what she wanted. Now she wasn't so sure.
Ricci watched her foot as it slid over the piano, depressing some keys or smoothly sliding over others.
"What are you doing?" Ricci asked her.
"Nothing," Siena said.
Ricci stared at her. This was not nothing. The greater part of her thighs had slid out of the large shirt she wore and her creamy thigh was in his full gaze. Ricci gave a sigh. He gripped Siena's foot.
"Stop it," he said.
Siena shrugged as she moved her foot down. "I only wanted to distract you for a bit."
"You are already distracting," Ricci stated.
"I could be a lot mo
