Sienna felt a wave of dread wash over her, mixed with an involuntary, pulsing ache between her legs. She nodded slowly and walked toward the hallway, feeling Leo's eyes boring into her back.
As soon as she stepped into his office and the heavy oak door clicked shut behind her, the atmosphere shifted. The room smelled of old leather, expensive tobacco, and the oppressive scent of Leo's dominance. He didn't wait for her to speak. He walked toward her, his strides long and confident, until he had her backed against the mahogany desk.
"Did you wear it?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Sienna swallowed hard, her heart drumming against her ribs. "Yes."
"Show me."
"Leo, Mom is right outside," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the door.
"That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?" He
