Once more?

Sienna

I glared at the man—whose name I still didn’t even know—untied me. My anger simmered, but exploding felt pointless when the person I was furious with was watching me like this was exactly the reaction he expected.

The moment my hands were free, a dull ache spread through my wrists. I ignored it, along with the lingering soreness between my legs, and pushed myself up.

Big mistake.

The second my feet hit the rug, my legs buckled, and I collapsed right back onto the bed. Heat rushed to my face as I yanked the covers over me, hoping to bury the embarrassment along with myself. But no matter how deep I tried to disappear, I felt him—felt every reminder of what we’d just done, the ache throbbing between my thighs.

And him?

He said nothing.

Just let me wallow in my humiliation, watching in silence while I struggled to figure out what the hell came next.

Do I just leave?

Say nice to meet you?

Ask for his damn name?

No. Screw that. I was angry.

I spent the entire time tied up, unable to touch him, completely at his mercy, while he stayed fully clothed. Embarrassing.

I heard rustling.

Before I could react, he was behind me—under the sheets.

I jerked away, but he pulled me back effortlessly, wrapping me into him.

I stiffened. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m sleepy, firecracker,” he murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion.

“Then sleep on your own. I’m going home.”

“Your legs keep giving in. Just sleep it off.”

Damn it. I hated that he had a point.

And now, despite myself, my body was relaxing, exhaustion pulling at my eyelids.

I exhaled sharply, staring at the ceiling. “What’s your name?” I finally mumbled.

He shifted slightly, breath warm against my ear. “What do you think?”

I rolled my eyes. “Arrogant,” I scoffed.

He chuckled—a deep, rich sound that vibrated through me like music.

I gave up.

And as sleep finally overtook me, I let myself sink into the warmth of him.

***

My eyes shot open.

A crystal chandelier came into focus above me, its glow stark against the morning light. I didn’t need a second to piece things together—last night crashed into me all at once.

I turned sharply.

The bed beside me was empty.

Of course, he was gone.

Still, I bolted upright, scanning the massive hotel room, my pulse kicking up for reasons I refused to acknowledge. The bathroom door was open. Empty.

What was I expecting? A goodbye note?

Shaking it off, I headed for the lavish bathtub, filling it with steaming water before sinking in. At least I could enjoy this. But my mind refused to quiet.

He never even told me his name.

Was he afraid I’d expose him? He had to be someone important—powerful. The thought should’ve been enough to kill my curiosity, but instead, it only fed it.

I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. “Just get out of here, Sienna.”

It wasn’t long before I was downstairs, stepping into the hotel lobby. The moment I pushed through the doors, a cab was already waiting at the curb.

Convenient.

Just as I reached for my phone to order my own ride, the driver approached.

“Miss Sienna?”

I hesitated. “Yes?”

“I was paid to take you wherever you need to go.”

My stomach flipped, but I kept my expression neutral. “By who?”

The driver glanced at his phone. “It says, ‘Mr. You Know Him.’”

I scoffed. Cocky bastard.

“Let’s go.”

The ride home was uneventful. I changed quickly and headed straight to my office, pushing last night as far from my mind as possible.

“Good morning, everyone,” I greeted, sliding into my cubicle.

“And the workaholic returns,” my boss called out. “I thought I told you to take a break?”

“I did,” I said with a smirk. “A wonderful one.”

“Well, if you say so. I’ve got a few cases I want you to look at.”

And just like that, I buried myself in work…

***

“Oh, shut up,” I muttered to myself. My mind was lying—again.

What the hell was I doing standing in front of the bar from last night? I had officially become one of those people—the ones who couldn’t let things go.

But really, I wasn’t here for him.

I was here because last night had been fun. Expensive, sure, but still fun.

I stepped inside. The place was quieter than before, less crowded. My eyes flicked toward the bartender from last night—the one who had accidentally spilled my drink. I half-expected a friendly nod, maybe even an apologetic smile.

Instead, she looked... disgusted.

Okay, weird.

I hesitated, then made my way to the bar island, forcing myself to act normal. Every now and then, my gaze drifted to the VIP section. And no, I wasn’t looking for the man from last night.

Something felt off today.

Was I early? Maybe. But the tension in the air wasn’t just from bad timing. The staff seemed stiffer, their expressions unreadable. And, aside from one other person, I was practically alone here.

I ordered a drink and scrolled aimlessly on my phone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that any second now, someone was going to tell me to leave.

The urge to walk out before I could get humiliated was overwhelming. I stood, ready to make my escape—

Then the doors swung open.

A group of men stormed in, their energy completely different from last night. They weren’t here to party. They looked pissed.

They moved toward the farthest end of the room, muttering among themselves. One of them kept signaling in my direction, and the bartender shot him a look—something between confusion and warning.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Time to go.

I turned to leave—

And then he walked in.

The man from last night.

I won’t lie—my heart leapt. Excitement? Amusement? Relief? I didn’t know. I just knew I was happy to see him.

Our eyes met. I gave him a polite smile.

His expression remained indifferent.

But he walked toward me anyway.