Sienna sat on the edge of Ryan’s bed, one leg crossed over the other as she watched him try to knot a tie.
He muttered a curse under his breath as his face tightened in frustration.
She shook her head. “You’re hopeless.”
“I don’t see you offering to help.” He grunted.
Sienna pushed herself off the bed, strutting barefoot across the room. She plucked his wrist from his neck and expertly knotted the tie.
“There, now you won’t look like a mess in front of all the rich folks we’re about to dine with tonight.
Ryan snorted. “Right, because you’re not one of them.”
“Oh, I am, but at least I’m fun.”
Sienna was already dressed in a deep emerald silk gown that clung to her curves, she did one final check in the mirror before slipping into her heels.
Ryan watched her as she painted her lips
