Chapter 161: Good night

A few seconds later, Tom had out on his trouser and he opened the door...

Standing there was Sienna, but she wasn’t alone.

She was holding a very big, long bottle of wine so large he had never seen anything like it in the house or even when he was bartending. She had to support it with both hands against her chest, and even then she still managed to keep two glasses with it. The sight alone was strange enough to stop him for a second.

And despite the urgency in her voice, she wore a bright smile. "This is to congratulate you on your successful transition into modeling."

Tom could hardly believe she was standing there congratulating him with a smile after the previous night. He peered at her more carefully. The smile was present, but it was being held in place by force. Under it, her body language was tight. She was performing composure, not feeling it.

He nodded anyway and replied; "Thank you."

Sienna walked into the room. Tom quickly gathered the rest of his clothes from the floor, dropped them onto the bed, and followed her. She had already gone to the small table and was trying to manage the oversized bottle.

"Give it to me, I’ll open it." Tom said.

She handed it over without a word. He opened the wine, poured for both of them, and they raised the glasses in a short cheer before drinking.

Silence followed. It was awkward almost immediately. It was as if the room itself still carried the memory of the night before, her confession, his silence, the way she had walked away after exposing herself. The wine did not erase any of it. It only made the quiet more obvious.

Then the silence became suffocating for Tom and he decided to speak first.

"Why bring wine to congratulate me after what happened last night?"

Sienna cleared her throat. She managed a small smile as she refused to look up at him.

"First of all, nothing happened last night." She kept her eyes on her glass rather than his face. "Second of all, I can and should celebrate with you. You’ve been helping my career progress. That’s why you’re here in my house and I appreciate that."

Tom watched her closely. She was lying, and not well enough to hide it. Her body language still carried embarrassment. She was trying to act as if the confession had never left her mouth, as if rewriting it through denial could restore her pride.

Sienna finished what was left in her glass, poured another, and drank that too with the same forced control. Then she set the glass down.

"Now that I’ve celebrated with you, I should go back to my room."

She took a step toward the door And Tom cleared his throat.

"So the sex... that didn’t happen either?" he asked gently.

Sienna’s steps faltered.

For a second she stood still, caught by the directness of the question. Then she nodded afterwards. "It didn’t."

Even as she said it, the memory returned to her with unwanted clarity; she could remembered how hot it had been, how much she had enjoyed it, how her body had answered him without pride getting in the way. She had liked it. Of course she had. But enjoyment only made the present worse. He had not looked like a man who still carried feelings for her, and that left her torn between hunger and the bruised fact of his distance.

"Really?" Tom blinked, then sipped the wine in his hand, not knowing what to say.

Sienna walked to the door. Then She stopped there.

For a moment she only stood with her back to him, one hand near the door as if the final step out was harder than she expected. Tom watched her without speaking. Then she turned around, walked back to him, and got close to him... Then she leaned him and captured his lips in a fast kiss.

It was hungry and rough. She kissed him like the denial had failed and her body had decided to stop cooperating with her pride. Tom answered immediately, one hand locking at the back of her head while the other gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him. The taste of wine was still on her mouth. Her body was warm, tense, and already giving up the false distance she had walked in with.

Sienna made a small broken sound against his lips and pressed closer. Tom deepened the kiss, then let his hands start moving with clear intent. He felt the line of her back first, his palm spreading over it, then dragged his touch lower to the curve of her waist.

From there his hands slid to her hips, gripping them hard enough to claim the shape of her through the cloth. When he reached her ass, he squeezed openly, kneading the full weight of it as he kissed her deeper.

Sienna’s breath hitched into his mouth.

Tom’s cock hardened fast, rising between them and poking her. She felt it and responded by fumbling for his belt with fingers impatient, clumsy with urgency. Tom let her struggle with it for a second while his hands kept learning her body all over again, her ass filled his palms when he pulled her tighter against his erection.

Then he backed her into the wall. The kiss broke just long enough for air, then he took her mouth again, rougher this time, while his hands began roaming her body, feeling everywhere until his fingers were gripping the underside of her ass with nothing but but the panties in the way.

At that moment, Sienna’s hands finally got his belt loose.

Tom followed her lead and pulled the skirt down her hips, leaving her more open against the wall. He pinned her there with his body, mouth close to hers, in a low voice low.

"If it’s sex you want, say it." His hand squeezed her ass again, deliberate and filthy in its confidence. Then something stirred in him and he decided to be naughty, wanting to see exactly what Sienna felt for him, other than the ’I am starting to like you’ nonsense.

"You don’t have to dress it up with wine and congratulations. You want to be fucked? I’ll fuck you."

Sienna’s breathing was already uneven. Her lips were getting swollen from the kiss, her body caught between his hands and the wall.

"And what if I want more?" she asked.

Tom went still for a bit of a second.

The heat did not disappear, but something harder and more honest cut through it.

"I don’t know if I have more to give you," he said.

The words landed heavily between them.

Sienna shook her head as if the answer had confirmed something she had already feared. She pushed him away, pulled her pride back around herself as best she could, and stepped out of the heat before it could take the rest of her.

"Good night." She said then walked out of the room.

Tom remained where he was. He looked down at the bulge and let out a low grunt, caught between frustration and the unsettled truth of what he had just admitted.