Sienna's POV
The ice pack felt cold against my ankle, with drops of moisture sliding down my skin, but it was Julian’s touch that I couldn’t stop thinking about. I sat on the bed, my silk robe barely staying closed, feeling a mix of guilt and desire swirling in my mind.
What was I doing, pretending to be injured just to keep a stranger in my room? I was Sienna Lane, a woman who had everything under control—work meetings, budgets, a life meticulously organised. Yet here I was, my heart racing at the thought of a room service guy with a smile that could completely melt me. The strawberries were untouched on the table, and the prosecco was bubbling quietly, teasing my self-control. I sipped my merlot instead; the warmth of the wine did little to ease the fluttering feelings inside me.
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