"Oooh, there you are, honey bunny!" a woman shrieked.
I stepped back as Sienna and her onslaught of bright lights and cameras cornered me at the elevator bank.
"Just the man, the sexy, sexy man I was looking for," Sienna said. She kissed my cheek and tried to plant one on my lips.
I pulled my head back. "Heading over to the Tropicana's new night club?" I asked.
"Not unless you're coming," Sienna purred. "I bet you've got killer moves."
I shook my head and hit the elevator button again.
"No, silly, I came to find you. I hear the big party promoting your fight is tomorrow night," Sienna said. She leaned against me and toyed with the collar of my shirt. "It is tomorrow night, isn't it?"
I knew she was fishing for an invitation. She was already on the list, but she wanted to be my date. I just nodded and got into the elevator. "Yeah, maybe I'll see you there."
"Maybe? He's so superstitious," Sienna said to her nearest friend. "Can't get involved before a big fight, otherwise he'll get distracted."
I was glad when the doors closed and I was alone. Sienna was just trying to explain away my disinterest. But she was right. It was not necessarily bad luck to get involved right before a big fight, but it was definitely distraction.
Still, all I could think about was Kya.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kya
I tried not to wait by the fire until Fenton got back to the suite. I left out a bottle of wine and two clean glasses and made sure the lights were dimmed. Then, I went into the master bedroom and pretended to work on my laptop. After the door opened and he came back, I forced myself to wait a full two minutes before I went out to the living room.
"I thought maybe you were still out with the golfer," Fenton said. He grabbed a plate and piled leftovers from a burger joint on it. "One of those glasses for me?"
"Yes. If you want it," I said. I sat down on the white sofa and opened the bottle of red wine.
"Sure, sounds good. Are you having any, or did your golfer spoil you with the expensive kind?"
"We drank a nice bottle," I said. "But this is the expensive stuff."
"So, how did it go?"
I put the glass of wine in front of him and then sat back before sipping my own. "Good. I think I've got him convinced to negotiate with a power tool company. Hopefully, the contract will be signed tomorrow."
"You're seeing him again tomorrow?" Fenton asked. He dropped the leftover burger on his plat
e and picked up his wine.
"Maybe. I don't have any other plans," I said. I gave in to the impulse that had been nagging me ever since I saw him. My hand slipped across the wide expanse of his back and rubbed up so my fingers could tangle in his black hair. "I thought I might be tired and want to sleep in after tonight."
He turned and pinned me with his laser blue eyes. "About that, Kya, I think we might have to slow down."
I pulled my hand back and dropped it in my lap. "I understand. You don't need any more distractions before the title fight."
"Exactly. Please don't read anything more into it," he said.
"I won't. But I think I'll take my glass of wine and head for bed." I stood up.
He grabbed my wrist and stood up. "I don't know how to do this, Kya."
"Say goodnight?" I asked him.
"No," his lips quirked in a smile despite his serious tone. "I don't know how to balance whatever this is and work. It’s always been nothing but work for me. It should be nothing but work until the title fight, but–"