The barista handed me two foamed cups of coffee and I strolled outside the café.
What do I tell her now? The truth would be a great start.
Sienna was still on the phone when I came out. When she saw me, she ended the call.
“Thank you.”
“Can we talk for a bit?” I indicated the small sets of chairs and tables and sat in one of them.
“What’s up?” she took a quick sip and recoiled. She pulled out her tongue and started to blow through it to ease the burn. She looked too cute.
I smiled, this woman is amusing. She drinks coffee on a daily basis and yet she’s still not used to drinking it scalding hot. She can be so adorable without even trying.
“We can’t leave for Marbella tonight. Something came up.” I gauged her facial reaction as she took in what I just told her.
“Business stuff?”
I cleared my throat. “No, not really. I want to be forthright about this Sienna. I actually promised Cam that I will take her out to dinner tonight. I had to oblige her since I skipped lunch altogether without notifying her.”
“Cam….You mean your ex?” She frowned again.
In a certain aspect I suppose Cam is. “Yes.”
She shrugged, “That’s fine. I was going to ask you if we could move the arrangement to Tuesday or Wednesday after Chad gets out.”
“Okay, I’ll make arrangements for Tuesday around noon.” She seemed so calm and composed. I actually expected a little protest, a pout, a hissy fit…something…. other than cold indifference.
Nodding, she started to get up and gathered her purse and coffee. “Let’s go,” she uttered in an ultra ice queen manner.
10
Sienna
Blake dropped me off in my flat an hour ago. He needed to get ready to go out with Camilla. It wounded me that he’s going on a date but at the same time I know I don’t have a say in it. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
I’m itching to go dance my frustration off but it didn’t feel right knowing Chad was in the hospital. He looked better today and was thankful that Blake will take care of his money woes. He literally broke down when Blake informed him that he will pay off his debts but in return he needs to recuperate in Marbella where both Toby and Blake can watch him.
I smiled thinking that Chad probably bawled his eyes out because he was in seventh heaven knowing he’ll be going on a top-notch vacation with two solid hot men looking over him. As much as I wanted to scratch Blake’s eyes out right now, I have to concede that he’s a good friend to Chad.
It would’ve been nice if I had Luce and Toby with me but they had to go to Toby’s parent’s house in Kensington for his mother’s birthday dinner bash. They invited me but I didn’t feel like mingling with British aristocrats. That would be a dour way to end my night.
I needed to distract myself before I hunted down every restaurant in London looking for Blake and his date for tonight. So, I settled for a quiet night in with a good movie. I’m on the couch enjoying a glass of red wine and baklava watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith, drooling over Brad Pitt’s sexiness when a loud knock interrupted me.
Ah, perfect! I thought sourly. Just when Brad and Angelina started getting it on in Colombia with the Mondo Bongo song playing in the background, someone interrupts me. Seriously!
I stomped to the front door and yanked it open. Kyle stood in the hallway with a twinkle in his eyes looking rugged with sexy stubble, distressed black leather jacket, black jeans and black Timbaland boots. “You should check who it is first before opening the door, pretty lady.”
Crossing my hands on my chest, I huffed. “Geez, you came here to lecture me? I can’t believe you interrupted Angelina and Brad for this.” I turned around leaving him there with the door open.
I sat back down on the couch, grabbed the remote and pressed play. Dragging another sip of wine, I saw him sit next to me through my peripheral vision. He hastily took off his leather jacket and hung it on the arm of the couch.
“Busting out Brad and Angie ey? What’s upsetting you?” It’s really annoying when someone knows you like the back of their hand. I used to cherish this fact because I never had to tell him about what I liked and what I didn’t like, he just knew. But tonight, he grated on my nerves.
“Nothing. Did you want something?” I asked not looking his way.
He snickered, “That’s a tricky question baby. I always want something from you.”
“Huh.”
“Come on let’s get you out of here. You look downright depressing on a Saturday night.”
No. I don’t feel like moving. I just want to sit here and finish my bottle of wine and pass out. But instead I mumbled “no thanks.”
“I’m surprised you’re all alone and your friends aren’t here or your “sex on a stick” ex-boyfriend is not here hanging around.”
Great, I used that term once to describe Blake and now he won’t let it go.
“They’re out. Toby and Luce had to go attend his mom’s birthday party and Blake’s out on a date with his ex-fiancé.” I delivered the facts with utter nonchalance.
“Blake’s finally moving on from you….When will you do the same?”
What the f**k?
My lips wobbled, “I guess he is…he really is.” He was silent while he studied me.
“You slept with him didn’t you?” Damn you, Kyle. He reads me so well.
“Yes.”
“Right and now he’s out on a date with the woman he used to be engaged to. Why are you letting him step all over you Sienna? Is he worth it?”
“I don’t know, okay? It just happened,” I snapped at his judgmental tone.
“Okay—that was a little harsh. But I’m not going to allow you to sit here alone all evening. Put some shoes on, we’re heading out.” He stood up and held out his hand.
“And where are we going?” Feeling my spirits lift just a puny bit.
“I booked the penthouse suite at St. James for the after-party for TCC tonight. The party starts at eleven so that gives you two hours to get ready.”
“You never mentioned this.”
“I would’ve but you’ve been so out of it since Chad’s incident.”
I’ve been so negligent with working with Kyle. At least I didn’t slack off turning in my school work in time. I’m a wretched woman. “Sorry, I haven’t been in my tiptop shape working for you Kyle. I promise I’ll make it up though.”