Twisted desires
“I’m Daniel.”
She took it, the touch brief but warm. “Sienna.”
“Care to dance, Sienna?”
For a moment, she hesitated.
Then, Ariana’s voice echoed in her head.
“You need someone to distract you from your mafia problems”
Sienna exhaled slowly. Screw it.
She finished the last sip of her drink and let him lead her to the dance floor.
The music throbbed in the background, something slow and sultry. Daniel’s hands settled lightly on her waist as they moved to the rhythm, his grip respectful but firm.