It was late at night, and Sienna was meticulously applying her night cream, her delicate fingers dabbing the cream onto her smooth, well-maintained cheeks. She was dressed in a provocative, silky nightwear set that revealed more than it covered.
On the bed behind her lay a man, fast asleep and completely naked, his toned body sprawled across her luxurious silk sheets.
Sienna glanced at him with a sly smile. She had desires, after all. She had money, power, and enough charm to have anything she wanted—even if it meant paying for a man who resembled her beloved Sebastian.
Her father would kill her if he ever found out about this secret arrangement. To him, family reputation was far more valuable than her life. But Sienna didn't care. As far as she was concerned, she wasn't doing anything wrong. She had a right to her pleasures.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. She already knew who it was.