Sienna's POV
The mirror was still foggy from my shower, and my skin was buzzing with warmth, when a loud knock at the hotel room door startled me out of my thoughts. I had been stuck in this fancy hotel in Chicago for three days because of a snowstorm that cancelled my flight, leaving me buried in work emails. At twenty-eight, I had achieved a life that many people would envy—I was a senior marketing executive, wore sharp suits, and even had a penthouse apartment back in New York. But despite this success, I felt an emptiness inside and had no one to share my life with.
That evening, I had tried to shake off the loneliness in the shower, my fingers slipping between my thighs and circling my clits, seeking release that was never quite satisfying. That lonely feeling hung around like stic
