SIENNA’S POV
The next morning, a loud knock on the door startled me awake. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my lower back, pinning me to the mattress.
My back was a mess of heat and dull throbbing.
"Sienna? It’s James. Please open up."
Dragging myself out of bed, I pulled my robe shut and opened the door.
James stood there with a practiced, formal distance.
"Good morning, ma'am." He didn't wait for an invite. He stepped aside, and a small army of women filed past him.
They didn't wait for an invitation. The women swarmed past me into my dressing room. Rolling racks of silk hissed as they moved into the space.
Others followed with boxes of designer shoes, gold jewelry, and leather bags.
"Mr. Wolfe requested the boutique come to you," James said, his voice flat. "
