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Authors: Anya Nowlan, Rory Dale
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it up for Sienna to see. She gave him a genuine smile, making his blood rush and his tiger purr. Not that the damn beast had stopped doing so since he first got close to her.
“Now how did you know I love tequila?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
“Just lucky, I guess. I think I have some limes here somewhere…” he muttered, rummaging around in the fridge.
Sienna had already poured salt into a saucer and was looking for shot glasses in the cabinets, skipping around the kitchen like some sort of tequila-fairy, when he finally shut the fridge doors, limes in hand. His freezer was always sparse, but he knew his alcohol and kept the necessities around. He quickly sliced the limes up and settled down on the couch with Sienna.
Arlen poured out two shots, setting them onto the coffee table in front of them.
This is probably a horrible idea, he thought, looking at the glasses for a moment.
“I have to warn you, you wouldn’t be the first man I drink under the table,” Sienna remarked, picking up some salt with her fingers.
Arlen watched, hypnotized, as her tongue snaked out and slowly dragged across the space between her thumb and index finger.
I am in way over my head.
But he wasn’t going to back out. No way in hell.
Ten
Sienna
T his is a horrible idea .
Sienna knocked back her first shot, reveling in the way it burned through her. Next, she bit down on the slice of lime, sucking the juice out. She knew alcohol was only a temporary way to make herself care less about the mess she as in, but she didn’t care. For now, she just wanted to feel good and let all the bullshit drift away.
Arlen's glass still sat on the table before them. She turned to face him and he looked away. Sienna wondered if he was secretly watching her, like before, when they were waiting for the food to arrive.
She had to admit she found the idea pleasing. He was probably the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on, and he kept looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole. Even if he was a scary super-secret agent on a mission to wreak havoc.
Does wonders for a girl’s self-esteem.
“Come on, you’re not going to make me drink alone, are you?” she teased, pretending she hadn’t caught him staring.
Arlen grabbed his shot a little too quickly and gave her a sheepish smile. He looked younger when he smiled, some of the tenseness he seemed to always carry leaving his face.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, licking the back of his hand before sprinkling it with salt.
The gesture made something inside Sienna tremble. Arlen knocked back his shot and bit down on a lime wedge, sighing when he was done. He spread out on the couch, his large frame taking over almost half of it. She was careful to stay on her own side, afraid of what touching him might do to her, considering what had happened the last time she came into brief contact with him.
“So, how is it that you just happen to have a bottle of tequila lying around? Most people have some wine or beer in the fridge, maybe a bottle of scotch…” she trailed off, sinking in to her seat.
“What kind of a Texan would I be if I didn’t?” he shrugged, already refilling their glasses. “And don’t worry, I’ve got beer too.”
“So that’s where the accent is from.”
“Born and raised. How about you, are you a lifelong Chicagoan?”
“Not exactly, but I consider it my home.”
Sienna twitched in her seat uncomfortably, not keen on getting any follow-up questions.
“Your hometown could do with a little more sun,” he remarked, sprinkling salt onto his hand. “And a little more heat.”
“I can’t argue with that,” she answered with a small laugh.
“Here’s to a warmer future,” Arlen toasted, raising his shot in the air.
* * *
S ienna was giggling uncontrollably , a sure sign she was getting tipsy. Arlen’s story about how he almost got expelled from high school wasn’t helping, either.
“An honest to god pig costume? How did you
“Now how did you know I love tequila?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
“Just lucky, I guess. I think I have some limes here somewhere…” he muttered, rummaging around in the fridge.
Sienna had already poured salt into a saucer and was looking for shot glasses in the cabinets, skipping around the kitchen like some sort of tequila-fairy, when he finally shut the fridge doors, limes in hand. His freezer was always sparse, but he knew his alcohol and kept the necessities around. He quickly sliced the limes up and settled down on the couch with Sienna.
Arlen poured out two shots, setting them onto the coffee table in front of them.
This is probably a horrible idea, he thought, looking at the glasses for a moment.
“I have to warn you, you wouldn’t be the first man I drink under the table,” Sienna remarked, picking up some salt with her fingers.
Arlen watched, hypnotized, as her tongue snaked out and slowly dragged across the space between her thumb and index finger.
I am in way over my head.
But he wasn’t going to back out. No way in hell.
Ten
Sienna
T his is a horrible idea .
Sienna knocked back her first shot, reveling in the way it burned through her. Next, she bit down on the slice of lime, sucking the juice out. She knew alcohol was only a temporary way to make herself care less about the mess she as in, but she didn’t care. For now, she just wanted to feel good and let all the bullshit drift away.
Arlen's glass still sat on the table before them. She turned to face him and he looked away. Sienna wondered if he was secretly watching her, like before, when they were waiting for the food to arrive.
She had to admit she found the idea pleasing. He was probably the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on, and he kept looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole. Even if he was a scary super-secret agent on a mission to wreak havoc.
Does wonders for a girl’s self-esteem.
“Come on, you’re not going to make me drink alone, are you?” she teased, pretending she hadn’t caught him staring.
Arlen grabbed his shot a little too quickly and gave her a sheepish smile. He looked younger when he smiled, some of the tenseness he seemed to always carry leaving his face.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, licking the back of his hand before sprinkling it with salt.
The gesture made something inside Sienna tremble. Arlen knocked back his shot and bit down on a lime wedge, sighing when he was done. He spread out on the couch, his large frame taking over almost half of it. She was careful to stay on her own side, afraid of what touching him might do to her, considering what had happened the last time she came into brief contact with him.
“So, how is it that you just happen to have a bottle of tequila lying around? Most people have some wine or beer in the fridge, maybe a bottle of scotch…” she trailed off, sinking in to her seat.
“What kind of a Texan would I be if I didn’t?” he shrugged, already refilling their glasses. “And don’t worry, I’ve got beer too.”
“So that’s where the accent is from.”
“Born and raised. How about you, are you a lifelong Chicagoan?”
“Not exactly, but I consider it my home.”
Sienna twitched in her seat uncomfortably, not keen on getting any follow-up questions.
“Your hometown could do with a little more sun,” he remarked, sprinkling salt onto his hand. “And a little more heat.”
“I can’t argue with that,” she answered with a small laugh.
“Here’s to a warmer future,” Arlen toasted, raising his shot in the air.
* * *
S ienna was giggling uncontrollably , a sure sign she was getting tipsy. Arlen’s story about how he almost got expelled from high school wasn’t helping, either.
“An honest to god pig costume? How did you
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