Chapter 139: Out of patience

It was... Bad.

Bad in a naughty way, which in the naughty world meant fascinating!

Tom read through the information again.

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[CORE FANTASY — JOSIE HALE]

To be taken on her office desk during work hours.

Panties torn, not politely removed.

Work interrupted by sex so sudden and filthy she cannot pretend she is only a composed CEO.

Afterward, the torn panties remain in the drawer as proof it happened.

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A smirk curved his lips before he could stop it. The contrast was almost unreal. All that public composure, that controlled elegance... And to now get to know that underneath it, a fantasy filthy enough to interrupt her own workday and leave torn panties in a drawer like evidence was what she fantasizes about?

Shocking but absolutely fascinating!

"Bad girl... yet so composed." He mumbled under his breath, playfully.

He was still grinning when the System brought up another update.

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[DAILY TASK PROGRESS]

Intimate act with Josie: Complete

Progress: 1/2

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That left the exercise. Tom exhaled and dropped the grin. He couldn’t stay in that excited mood when another task was still up. He straightened his back and pulled out his phone to call Bree.

She answered quickly. "Yes, sir?"

"How is the task I gave you going?"

"I’m on it," Bree replied.

"I’m with the interior decorator now. We’re walking the space and discussing what needs to be done."

"Good." Tom glanced toward the restaurant exit as he stood.

"Do you have any specific ideas for special rooms yet? I was about to ask if you wanted to give direction on that." Bree said.

"Let the decorator submit a proposed design first," Tom said.

"Explain to them clearly that this is going to be a luxury private club for elites. High society, people with money so we need something that will satisfy them and make them spend that money without any displeasure. The design should match that from the start."

"Understood."

"I’m heading home now. Meet me there when you’re done."

"Yes, sir."

The call ended after that.

Tom slipped the phone back into his pocket, satisfied enough for the moment. The club was in motion and that deeply mattered. With the setup no longer sitting untouched, he could relax, go home, finish the exercise task, and prepare for the evening without feeling like the fourteen-day deadline was already slipping.

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When Tom got home, the second task was what he went straight to complete.

He changed, set his timer, and worked through the full hour of intensive exercise. Hot sweat ran down his body and his breathing turned rough but he didn’t stop. Only when the hour was complete did he stop, shower, and let the day shift toward night.

Evening came faster than it seemed.

And Tom dressed carefully in a fine tuxedo he had never worn before, one of the newer pieces from his upgraded wardrobe. In the mirror, he looked less like a man borrowing status and more like someone beginning to wear it naturally. He sprayed the premium cologne across his neck and wrists, studied his reflection one last time with admiration, then left the room.

Sienna was already waiting in the living room for him, fully ready for the evening.

She was dressed in a long, straight black gown with a cut at the front that revealed the her cleavage without tipping into vulgarity. The dress hugged her curves with absolute sharpness, following her waist and hips closely enough to make the outfit feel intentional rather than merely formal. Her hair and makeup had been handled with the same care. She had not dressed only for cameras. She had dressed to be looked at.

Their eyes met.

Sienna’s gaze moved over him openly, the admiration she had for his appearance was clear enough that she did not bother hiding it at first. Tom noticed and stayed where he was, a small smile touching his mouth as he let her look. He did not rush the moment or break it for her comfort. He simply stood there and allowed the appraisal.

When she realized he was watching her do it, she cleared her throat and recovered as best she could.

"That cologne..." she pointed out, just wanting to say something to lift the awkwardness. "It smells very masculine. It fits your personality."

"Thanks." Tom’s small smile widened slightly then he adjusted his cuff. "Shall we?"

Sienna nodded and led the way.

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The restaurant chosen for the dinner was one of the best in the city. It was public enough to matter and refined enough to protect image. It was the kind of room where people noticed who arrived together even if they pretended not to.

They settled into their seats and menus were handled. In no time, food was served and while they dug in, discussion ensued;

Sienna carried most of the lighter conversation.

"Very delicious... It’s my first time here although I have been hearing about how good the restaurant is. I’m glad we came here. They are definitely not overhyped." She kept a smile on her face throughout.

Tom listened and answered when necessary, but without matching her seemingly bright energy. He understood the optics. He simply refused to perform harder than the situation required.

To anyone watching, they still looked like a couple sharing a carefully presented evening.

"Every celebrity talks about this place." She continued while Tom played the listening part.

After the main course, dessert arrived. Wine glasses were refilled. For a moment, the table settled into something that almost resembled ordinary companionship.

Then at a moment, Sienna surprised him completely.

She lifted her glass, finished the wine in it in one swallow, and stood up. Before Tom could ask what she was doing, she moved around the table and sat beside him instead of across from him.

His first thought was that she was still playing optics. Probably that she was wanting a closer seating angle, a more intimate public posture, something her PR people would approve of.

But when she sat down and just fixed her gaze on her very intensely as if she was looking for something on his face, Tom knew this was no longer optics.

He turned his head toward her. "What is it?"

Sienna did not answer.

She only kept looking at him, closely enough that the space between them shrank. There was no playful smile on her face now. No careful social softness. Just focus... Tom could read from her body language that a decision had already been made before she left her seat.

Tom’s brows drew together slightly in confusion.

"Sienna?" ℯ

Still she said nothing.

After a second, she leaned in and kissed him.

The contact was sudden enough that Tom froze for half a second, caught between disbelief and the solid reality of her mouth on his. This was not a brief public peck for appearances. Her lips pressed to his with lots of pressure, and before he could fully process the shift, her tongue brushed his lower lip and tugged, demanding that he open for her.

Surprise flashed hard through him.

Sienna, who had spent so long keeping him at a distance. Sienna, who had treated the marriage like an arrangement to manage. Sienna, who only days ago still struggled to speak to him without pride getting in the way. That same woman was now beside him in a public restaurant, kissing him like she had run out of patience with restraint.

Tom’s hand tensed against the seat but Sienna’s mouth continued to move against his.