“In that case, Ryder’s right. I’m your gal.” She smiles, and the ache returns.
Dammit, Case. Get your fucking head on straight.
“So, what about you?” I ask. “I know this job isn’t your be-all and end-all. I think Ryder’s exact description of you was something like ‘the smartest thing since sliced bread.’”
She shifts uncomfortably, a slight smile flickering for a second before it disappears. “Of course Ryder said something like that. I think I just had an easier time in school than he did. I studied business in college, but by the time I got to the end of it, I wasn’t sure about what I wanted to do with my degree. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it, it’s just . . . never mind.”
“Tell me.”
She restacks the folders on her desk, not meeting my eyes, but doesn’t say anything.
Prompting her, I ask, “So, what do you want to do instead?”
“I’m not really sure yet. I just know I want to be doing something I actually enjoy.”
“Like helping keep a male escort on track writing his book on the importance of female pleasure in the bedroom?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
We both laugh, and she shakes her head, then tosses her blond locks over her shoulder before returning to her paperwork.
Smart, beautiful, and driven? The more I get to know Sienna, the easier it is to forget that she’s my best friend’s little sister.
It was a relief when she agreed to help me with my book. If her performance so far has made one thing clear, it’s that time management is her jam. And it’s only her third day.
Suddenly, I don’t feel nearly as nervous about meeting my deadline, no matter how worried Charlie might be that I won’t follow through.
The only thing making a small knot of worry form in my stomach?
The fact that Ryder’s little sister happens to be the only woman who can make my manmeat move.
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