Now it was no wonder she was nothing like the other women.
Because she really didn’t want me.
The more she distanced herself from me, the more interested I became.
Four days had come and gone, and I hadn’t heard from her once.
All I got was a shipment of paintings I had already approved of. She didn’t even deliver them in person. There was just a note for Giovanni and instructions where the paintings were to be hung.
Was she avoiding me?
I got her address from my security team and stopped by for a visit. She had a quaint little house just outside Florence. It was a two-bedroom Mediterranean-style home with a small garden and driveway. It wasn’t ideal for a family, but for a single person, it was the right size. I left my Bugatti out front then knocked on her door.
It took her a few minutes to answer, and when she did, she didn’t look happy to see me. “What are you doing here?” The annoyance was bright in her green eyes, like she couldn’t stand the thought of my stopping by unannounced. The signs of arousal that she showed the last time I saw her were long gone. Now I was just a nuisance to her.
My hands slid into the pockets of my jeans. I admired the way her blouse clung to her curves so snugly. Her black jeans fit her long legs perfectly, catching the perkiness of her ass and the tightness of her legs. “Came to see you.”
“Well, a phone call would have been more appropriate.” She stepped outside and shut the door behind her, as if she was trying to hide something from me. Or she was hiding me from someone else.
I glanced at her closed door before I looked at her again. “Got company?”
She kept her hand on the doorknob, like standing in my way would really stop me from getting inside if I wanted to. “I’m on a date right now.”
The last thing I should be was angry. We only had one night together, and that was the most time I extended to any woman. After that, they were just a memory. There was no attachment or interest. By the following night, I was usually with another woman anyway. But I’d never been the recipient of such indifference, of a woman so unaffected by me that she looked for someone else the second we were finished.
It reminded me of myself—which annoyed me. “Then tell him to leave.”
“Why would I do that?” She stood her ground when everyone else would crumble. “I’m not going to let you ruin a second date.”
“Do you regret how the last one went?”
Her rage slowly died away when she remembered our night together—and how she loved sucking my dick as much as she enjoyed fucking it.
“Why would you want him when you could have me?” I didn’t need to see what this guy looked like to know he was no match for me. I didn’t need to remember our last rendezvous in absolute detail to know I was a better lay than he would ever be. Never in my life had I chased a woman who couldn’t be conquered. I constantly had to remind Siena of my qualities, like they were so easy for her to forget.
“That’s a bit arrogant, isn’t it?”
“It’s a serious question.”
She rested her back against the door, giving herself extra space between the two of us. “I thought that was a one-time thing. We had fun, but it’s over. You’re my boss.”
“And as your boss, it’s smart not to piss me off.” I stepped closer to her and pressed my hands against the door, blocking her in so she had nowhere to run. I tilted my head toward her and brought my lips close to hers, remembering exactly how that mouth felt against mine—and my cock. “So get rid of your date and invite me inside.”
She showed subtle signs of melting, but she was also annoyed by my orders. “If you want to come by tomorrow, I’m free. But I’m not blowing off my date just because you don’t like it. I don’t owe you anything, and you don’t owe me anything.”
My hands moved to her hips, and I squeezed her gently, my thumbs digging into her waist. “No.”
“You really think I would march up to you in a bar when you were with someone else and demand you ignore them?” she asked incredulously. “Demand that you go home with me instead?”
“I would love it if you did.” I pressed my forehead to hers and smelled her perfume. I remembered how it smelled against my sheets after she left. I loved the way she smelled when she was coated with her sweat as well as mine. I’d never been a man obsessed with the chase, but the more she evaded me, the more I wanted her.