by JA Low
“True, those Sons of Brooklyn boys are cute,” Charlotte whispers, and we both laugh.
“Those boys are trouble, but not as bad as your brother.”
“My brother doesn’t let people in; he’s a closed book most of the time. A long time ago someone hurt him a little too much. I worry about him. I want to see him happy. I want to see him with a girl, someone nice like you.”
Okay, this conversation is going south very quickly. “We’re just friends, Charlotte. He’s a rock star and you know…” I don’t finish, but roll my eyes at her.
Charlotte nods in agreement, “Yeah I understand. I won’t ever date a rock star, after hanging around them most of my life. No matter how cute they are.” Charlotte laughs as she walks away to pick out a dress.
“Getting in with the sister, are we?” Derrick asks, as I flick through the dresses. I frown at him in disbelief.
“Why does everyone think I have some ulterior motive being nice to her?”
Derrick backs away a little, hands up in the air. “Sweetheart, I was just joking. What’s going on?”
Not answering him, I look away. I know I’m pissed off over Evan’s accusation this morning but I hate that he thinks I would do that. I hate my mixed feelings about him too. I hate the fact that every time I see him I want to take him to bed, and I hate the fact that seeing him with other women affects me.
Derrick puts his arm around me sensing the storm raging in my head. “Everything okay between you and Evan?”
Giving Derrick the look, I say nothing.
“That good, huh. How’s things with Sebastien?”
I have been single for a minute and I'm already having guy problems. How did this happen?
“I don’t know. Sebastien’s great but…”
“He doesn’t get your motor running,” Derrick laughs. “I see the way you look at Evan,” he whispers.
I still my movements, waiting for him to continue.
“You hate watching him with other women.”
I roll my eyes at Derrick.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, bitch, I know shit. You have no idea the way he looks at you when you're with another man. He gets this deep frown line between his eyes and no matter how hot the girl is that is with him, his attention is drawn to you. And when Sebastien came onto the scene I thought his face was going to explode. He looked so angry.”
“Really?” I ask, not too convinced.
“Are you forgetting shirt gate?” Derrick reminds me, crossing his arms and looking at me seriously.
“Shirt gate?” I’m confused.
“You know, the one where Evan demands you go back to the hotel to change his shirt, as if that wasn’t half obvious.”
Of course, I remember. That ended with Evan giving me a mind blowing orgasm.
“So you don't think that maybe Evan was jealous of you and Sebastien being together?”
“No, why would he be?”
Derrick just stares at me before flicking the side of my head with his fingers.
“Ouch.”
“Fuck, you are blind, woman. How many women has Evan been with since Spain? Since shirt gate?”
Thinking back over the past week, we’ve been going out and women have been around, but come to think about it, yeah, Evan hasn’t had any women on his lap.
“Maybe he’s having a dry spell?”
Derrick just looks at me and shakes his head. “Seriously, is that what you think?”
“It has nothing to do with me, D.”
“Okay, fine I'll let you live in your bubble of self-denial,” he quips, while pulling out a gorgeous dress and shoving it in my face. “Wear this tonight and see if Evan doesn’t burst that bubble.”
I walk out of the change rooms and straight into Sebastien.
“Sebastien,” I gasp as I am surprised to see him here. He kisses each of my cheeks.
“Yvette told me you would be here so I thought I would say hello.”
Standing behind him is Charlotte. I feel guilty standing there with Sebastien, which is ridiculous.
“It’s good to see you again,” I say. It is the truth, but having this time away from him I knew I didn’t have strong enough feelings for him.
“Um, can we talk for a moment?”
Sebastien nods as we move away from the group.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, his hand brushing my cheek.
“Yeah, of course, it’s just…”
“You want to be friends?” Sebastien finishes for me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on. It’s just…”
“The rock star.”
“What, no,” I say, shaking my head.
Sebastien just laughs. “Sienna, that man made it obvious he wasn’t happy back in Spain; really, with the spilt wine on the shirt,” he adds, raising his brows.
“No, it’s not like that. Evan and I have hooked up before but…”
“Sienna, you do not owe me an explanation. You are a beautiful woman and I was happy to have some fun with you, but I am just as happy for us to be friends,” he expresses while pulling me into a hug.
“Thank you,” I say, looking up at him, his large arms wrapping around me.
“Come tonight, we can party like the old days.”
“Of course, Ma Cherie,” he says, kissing my forehead.
24
Evan
My hands grip the cold metal of the balcony railing while looking out over the dazzling lights of Paris, contemplating my feelings. Charlotte came back from spending the day with the girls so happy she was almost floating. Sienna’s friend, Yvette, offered Charlotte a job being a backstage photographer for her next collection. She was so excited. She even went on and on about some hot Spanish guy that had visited Sienna at the boutique. Fuck, I forgot that Sebastien was coming back into town.
Tonight, when Sienna emerged from the second car I totally lost the ability to speak. She was wearing a black, lace dress that plunged down nearly to her navel. The length of the dress was almost illegal; there was no way in the world she would be able to bend over in that thing. Thankfully I wasn’t seated directly across from her at the table otherwise I’d probably end up pulling her into the bathroom and ripping the damn dress off her. Vanessa had organized tonight's dinner at the Michelin star restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower; it was one she had always wanted to visit. The views over Paris are spectacular. It is a romantic setting, but instead of spending it with a hot date, I had to share it with my boys plus The Sons of Brooklyn guys; one big cozy, dysfunctional family dinner. The only thing to sour the taste of the delicious meal was that I had to watch Blake flirt with Charlotte all night. That little punk better stay away from her, otherwise he’s going to feel my fist in his face.
Noticing Sienna standing away from the group, in a secluded alcove looking out over the city, I wonder what she is thinking about. Hopefully it isn’t Sebastien. Fuck, she's beautiful, standing there in that dress. All I want to do is peel it off her body.
“You okay?” I ask, startling her.
“Paris is beautiful. Maybe after the tour, I might move here. I've always dreamed of living in Paris.”
This news shocks me. I assumed she would come back to LA with Vanessa. Shit, she’s single, she has no one holding her back.
“Charlotte will be happy,” I respond, giving her a weak smile.
“You sure? I don’t want you to assume I'm using her,” Sienna snaps, her jade green eyes flashing fire at me.
“About this morning, I'm sorry,” I apologize, placing my hand over hers giving it a squeeze. The sparks I feel between us are electrifying. I knew she felt them too as she looks at our hands and then into my eyes.
Pulling her hand away and looking out over the city, she whispers, “I thought you knew me.”
“You’re right, I just…I don’t know, there’s something about you, Sienna, that scares the shit out of me.”
Finally, her eyes meet mine again.
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��Did you get my present?” This afternoon I made sure that a box, filled with the most exquisite underwear from Agent Provocateur, was left on her bed. I wanted to make up for all the panties I had destroyed.
Sienna blushes. “Thank you for that, it was a beautiful surprise.”
At least she is smiling again.
Leaning in a little closer to me she whispers, “I’m wearing some of it now.”
Biting my lip, I let out a groan. Oh no, she didn’t just tease me with that. Mentally flicking through the items I had purchased, I wonder what she has on. I’m hoping it is the red lace set, no, no, not under that dress; it has to be the navy set.
“Really?”
She turns once again to look out over the city; I can see a smile forming on her lips.
Is she flirting with me? I stand there watching her for a moment; my palm twitching to touch her again. I need to know what she has on underneath. Maybe just a taste, that couldn’t hurt, could it? Moving in close toward her, she gasps as I press myself against her, pushing her into the metal rail. My lips trace along her neck; it's been way too long. I run my hand down the side of her body feeling her curves. My fingers skim the tops of her thighs where the hem of her dress falls. Sienna’s breathing quickens as my hands roam her body.
I wait a moment to see if she will protest before I continue my exploration. There is nothing but silence and our heavy breathing surrounding us. My fingers dip down between her legs, skimming her heated center. Tugging the sides of her G-string, I give it a quick flick, the material snapping against her skin.
“I hope you think of me when you wear them?”
As my fingers dip between her thighs again putting pressure against her with my knuckle, I can feel her heat against me.
“Evan,” she pants.
I let my finger slip underneath the thin fabric, lightly caressing her outer folds. “Do you realize how hard I was after choosing all that underwear, Sienna?” I let my fingers slip further, penetrating her wet center. “Each item reminded me of the ones I ripped off,” I breathe into her ear while slowly moving my fingers back and forth through her slickness. “It reminded me of you on top, riding me, my mouth on your nipples, sucking them, biting them. Do you remember, Sienna?”
Sienna groans.
My lips trail down her neck, her grip tightening on the rail with each thrust of my fingers inside of her. Tiny moans are coming from her, each one of them undoing me. “Do you remember, Sienna?” My fingers curl inside her, my thumb playing over her clit, her whole body starts to shake.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“You're so beautiful, Sienna. I want you to turn around so I can watch you come,” I tell her.
Shakily, she turns around in my arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes lustfully glazed. My lips touch hers softly, my fingers find her core again. Our kiss is heating up, our tongues dueling, her hands moving up to lock around my neck and pulling me in closer to her. Sienna moans into my mouth as she comes around my fingers, shaking in my arms.
Blinking, she looks around realizing for the first time exactly where she is. I slowly withdraw my fingers from her heat as I grab the side of her G-string and pull it, snapping the delicate lace. I raise my hand and bring my fingers up to my mouth sucking her wetness off of them.
“Evan,” Sienna squeals.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your taste,” I growl, licking her clean from my fingers.
She looks shocked as her now shredded G-string clings from my hand before I place it into my breast pocket. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you go out on a date with another man, Sienna. Especially wearing underwear meant for me.”
She is silent for a moment before I notice her face turning red.
“How fucking dare you,” she whisper yells, pushing me away from her.
“You sat there all night flirting with that waitress and now have the nerve to have a go at me about meeting up with Sebastien tonight.”
Shrugging at her, because there is no logic to my madness when I am around her, Sienna starts to pace back and forth. “He’s a friend, Evan.”
I don’t care who he is.
“Don’t forget you’re here to work, not meet men.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth I want to stuff them right back inside. For fuck’s sake, the girl just let me finger bang her on top of the Eiffel Tower.
“Fuck you,” Sienna spits at me. Fair call on her part, I have to say.
Turning on her heel, she starts to walk away.
Grabbing her arm, I have to change tact.
“Thanks for hanging out with Charlotte today.”
Sienna’s flushed face turns toward me, the frown slowly disappearing.
“I’m glad I could help her out, I like Charlotte. Just don’t think I'm not still pissed at you, Evan. You have been an ass lately.”
“She’s your biggest fan.”
Sienna just shrugs.
“I'm sorry, for being an ass,” I apologize, breathing out a long breath. “About this morning, Sienna, I didn’t mean to…” I run my hand over my head as I am lost for words. Apologizing sucks.
“Charlotte told me today that a lot of girls like to use her to get to you, so I get the protective big brother routine.”
It was true, it has happened many times in the past and every single time I fall for it.
“But when it comes to me seeing other men, we both agreed to it.”
Looking at her, I can’t deny she is right. I fucking hated it.
“You’re right. I'm sorry. I just…” I couldn’t finish as my words didn’t come.
Shaking my thoughts out of my head I try to change the subject to something a little less feelings based.
“Charlotte is excited about the fashion show shoot,” I say, letting my hand brush her cheek.
“No worries at all, Evan. Friends help out friends.”
Fuck, she was putting me in the ‘friends’ box. How the fuck do I keep fucking things up with his woman?
“I’m surprised you haven’t asked her to join the tour. It would be great experience taking photos of you guys backstage, plus the fans would love it. It would also look good in her portfolio.”
My eyes widen, seriously why the hell hadn’t I thought about that before. Sienna is a genius. I take her face in my hands and give her a kiss on the lips.
“Not only are you beautiful, but you're a fucking genius. I have to find her and ask her to stay on tour with us.”
I let go of her face and push myself away from the railings. I have to find my sister.
“No, Evan, wait,” Sienna calls after me.
Ignoring her, I race back toward the restaurant where everyone is now scattered around the viewing level of the Eiffel Tower. There, in the corner, I see Blake and Charlotte chatting and laughing, their body language speaking volumes. No, no, no.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” I call out from behind them. Blake and Charlotte turn toward me in surprise.
“Evan.” Charlotte looks shocked to see me.
“Every single time, Blake, you seem to be hooking up with my employees,” I bellow, my eyes flicking between the two of them. I hear high heels clicking behind me and notice Charlotte’s eyes growing wide at whoever is behind me.
“Evan,” Sienna’s calm voice calls behind me, her hand resting on my arm.
“She’s not an employee,” Blake argues.
“Not yet, but she’s still my sister.”
I see the concern etched on my sister’s face at my words.
“Sienna came up with a brilliant idea that you should be our tour photographer.”
Charlotte’s eyes grow wide, her baby blues bouncing between us all. “Are you serious?”
"I'm sure none of the other boys would mind. It would be great having my baby sister traveling with me for the first time."
Charlotte leaps into my arms and plants a big kiss on my cheek before bouncing over to Sienna giving her a hug.
Blake doesn’t look too pleased; but
I really don't care. I am putting a stop to whatever was happening between Charlotte and him. Raising my eyebrow at Blake, I give him a smirk of victory. He doesn't look happy at all.
Sienna clutches my arm, pulling me away from them.
“I don’t like what’s going on,” I say, waving my hand toward Charlotte and Blake.
“Evan, you need to stop with the big brother stuff. Charlotte’s old enough to do what she wants with whoever she wants.”
Balling my fists as my wild thoughts start running away from me, I bite back, “But what if he sleeps with her then forgets about her. I’ll kill the bastard.”
Sienna starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I say, frowning at her. Our conversation is taking place in an alcove away from Blake and Charlotte.
“You.”
I move toward the bench to sit and think. Sienna joins me.
“So, I'm funny, huh,” I smirk, giving her shoulder a nudge.
“Watching you get all upset over Blake and Charlotte, it’s sweet.”
I raise my eyebrows at her. I’m not sure I’ve been called sweet before.
“I know what he’s like on tour, I've seen him in action,” I reply, balling my fists in my lap.
Sienna’s hand rests on my twitching thigh. “And that is exactly why she won’t do anything,” she tells me, giving my leg a squeeze. “Charlotte told me today when we were shopping she would never date a rock star.”
My heart sinks a little. My sister thinks I am that much of a jerk she wouldn’t want to date someone like me. I hang my head in shame. “Am I that bad?” I ask Sienna.
“Well, every time we have gone out you have had a different woman in your lap.”
I rub my head because she’s right.
“I haven’t slept with any of them, not since you.”
Sienna frowns in disbelief. “Really?”
It is the truth. I had brought them to my bedroom, had even gotten so far as getting naked with some of them but when it came to it; I just couldn’t take it further.
“Because I've seen women leave your room.”