Chapter 5

SIENNA

My heart slammed against my ribs the second I realized it was him. The man who fucked me in his luxurious yatch last night,

was my father's best friend, Dylan Ashford.

His eyes never left mine as realization hit us both, he stared at me with the same dark intense eyes that had looked at me with raw hunger the night before.

Just when I thought last night experience was just going to pass on like a fling. He turned out to not just be related to my father but as my new boss.

My stomach dropped instantly and I felt uncomfortable.

“Louis, good to see you,” Dylan said smoothly, shaking my father’s hand.

His voice was calm and professional. But when his gaze shifted to me, something seemed to move behind his eyes. “And this must be Sienna.”

My father beamed with pride immediately . “Ah! Yes. The one and only. Sienna, my daughter.” Then he turned to me. Meet Dylan Ashford, my oldest friend and the man who’s going to whip you into shape this summer.” my father's tone was too sarcastic for someone who doesn't even know what was going on..

I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as shaky as I felt at the moment. “It’s… nice to meet you, Mr. Ashford.”

An awkward silence stretched between us. My father glanced from me to Dylan, eyebrows pulling together slightly. “Do you two… know each other?”

“No,” I said quickly, at the exact same moment Dylan spoke. “Yes”

I paused and felt blood rushing up my face. Why would he say yes? Did he really plan to tell his best friend that he'd allegedly fucked his daughter?

I stared at him, my inner screaming for him not to say anything.

“I knew her when she was little,” Dylan suddenly said, his tone was totally even. He offered me a polite nod. “You visited the office with your father a couple of times when you were young. You’ve grown quite a bit since then.”

Relief flooded through me, mixed with a sharp spike of nerves. For one terrifying second, I’d thought he was about to say something else. Something that would ruin everything.

I smiled brightly, playing along. “Of course. It’s wonderful to see you again, Mr. Ashford. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

My father seemed satisfied with the explanation and clapped Dylan on the shoulder. “She’s sharp, Dylan. Don’t go easy on her.”

Dylan’s eyes met mine for a fraction longer than necessary. “I won’t.”

He pressed a button on his desk. “Elena, could you come in please?”

The elegant woman who had greeted us earlier entered promptly. “Yes, Mr. Ashford?”

“Show Sienna around the executive floor. Introduce her to the team and get her set up at her desk.”

Elena’s smile was polished, but her eyes cooled slightly as they landed on me. “Of course. Right this way, Miss Stanton.”

As Elena led me out, I caught my father staying behind to speak with Dylan. The door closed behind us softly.

The tour around the company was efficient, the sleek conference rooms, the executive lounge, rows of glass-walled offices humming with focused energy.

For a moment, I imagined getting fucked by Dylan in all of these places.

I know I should be thinking about how to handle things maturely, but my mind can't get off how he handled me last night.

‘Focus.. Sienna. Focus!’ I'd warned myself inwardly. I was here to work and prove to my dad that I can handle his company fine. I shouldn't be thinking about having sex with his best friend at this point.

Elena and I had walked around the company for quite a while, she handled everything with professionalism, but her comments carried a subtle edge.

“Uhmm.. Miss Elena. Do you know what Mr Ashford likes?” I asked her.

She paused in-between her sentence and her eyes flickered at me. “Mr. Ashford expects perfection,” Elena said as we passed his closed office door. “He doesn’t have time for distractions. Especially not… personal ones. Some interns get ideas above their station. I’d advise against trying to get too close.”

I met her gaze steadily. “I’m here to learn and not to get personal with him.” I retorted, my voice holding a hint of malice. Her response to me shows she wasn't just anyone I can mess with.

Elena’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she said nothing more. By the time we returned to the executive wing, my father was stepping out of Dylan’s office.

He pulled me into a quick hug. “Be a good girl, sweetheart. Work hard, listen more than you speak, and make me proud. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, Dad. I promise.” I replied.

He gave me one last proud smile and headed toward the elevators. The moment he was gone, I let out a shaky breath.

I slipped back into the main executive area, stepped into Dylan’s office, and shut the heavy door behind me.

My chest felt too full of confusion, disbelief, and a strong rush of heat. The man I had slept with, the one whose touch still lingered on my skin, was my father’s untouchable best friend. My boss.

Dylan stood by the windows, hands in his pockets, staring out at the city. He didn’t turn around immediately.

“We should talk about last night,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

He stiffened. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Really?” I took a step closer. “Because I can still feel your hands on me. You’re going to stand there and pretend it never happened?”

Dylan turned then, his expression completely stoic. In two steps, he closed the distance between us, backing me against the edge of his desk.

One hand braced beside my hip, the other hovering near my waist without quite touching.

In an intimate, charged position , his body heat surrounding me, his face stayed inches from mine.

“Listen to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “Not a word about last night leaves this room. To anyone. Especially not your father. This never happened. We maintain strict professional boundaries from now on. Do you understand?”

My pulse thundered. Instead of shrinking back, I tilted my chin up, a small, teasing smile playing on my lips. “You say that, but you’ve got me pinned against your desk, Mr. Ashford.”

His jaw tightened. Desire flashed in his eyes, warring with restraint. The air between us crackled.

“Sienna…” he called out my name, his body pressing closer to mine and I could feel a bulge from his pants rubbing against my thighs.

“You possibly can't resist me, can you?” I teasingly asked, wrapping his tie around my index finger and pulling him close.

I pressed a kiss against his lips, and just then, my father’s voice spoke from the hallway outside. “Dylan, I forgot to mention….” He didn't finish speaking when the door clicked open.