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“Siena, I honestly wasn’t sure if you would show,” Jamie rushed out the moment Siena was close enough for the words to be considered a private conversation.

“I’m a professional, Jamie, and this is a business meeting.” Siena’s words were crisp and to the point. She actually sounded exactly how Jamie would have imagined the famousSiena Frazee to sound. Before she’d eaten out Jamie’s pussy, that is.

“I didn’t mean to imply anything else. But the situation is quite… unusual.”

“Yes, it is.” Siena pointedly looked at the chair and then back up to Jamie. “Are we going to sit or have the meeting standing up?”

“Sit,” Jamie’s voice choked out. She forced a small cough to clear her throat and tried again. “Please, take a seat.”

Siena nodded and slid into the chair with ease.

They waited for the waitress to return. Jamie noted that she didn’t bother flirting with Siena. Relief washed over her at knowing the waitress didn’t flirt with everyone. It should have given her a confidence boost. Not relief.

Because the relief wasn’t about the waitress.

No! That couldn’t be right. What could she possibly be relieved about then?

Jamie’s breath hitched for a moment as she watched their interaction. She hadn’t even noticed the waitress’s dimples earlier. She had always been a sucker for dimples. But even now, noting their attraction, she still felt nothing toward the waitress.

She turned to watch Siena finish her order.

Fuck, no.

A mix of emotions she refused to analyze swirled in her chest.

Nope.

This wasn’t happening.

“Are you having another coffee?” The waitress turned that flirty full-beamed smile back to Jamie.

Not a single flutter washed over her. It was just the stress of it all. Of course it was. And Siena caused a reaction because three orgasms in an hour would do that to a woman.

“I’ll have another coffee, thanks.”

“Of course, cutie.”

Jamie felt her cheeks flush, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Siena’s amused smirk and raised eyebrows.

“Now thatthatcharming display of hormones is over, we need to get down to business.”

“What?” Very articulate, Jamie mentally scolded herself.

“Business. I believe we have an interview to organize?”

“Organize?” For God’s sake, she needed to up her game before Siena wrote her off as a moron. “I was under the impression this would be the interview.”

“I believe a change of circumstances is in order.”

“Seriously?” Jamie knew she should bite her tongue, hold back her frustration and annoyance, but being around Siena made that impossible. It had from the very moment she’d approached her in the tapas bar on that fateful night. Not that she could genuinely find herself regretting it.

“It’ll be in the best interest of all involved. “

“Except for me!” Jamie sounded like a petulant child, and she knew it. But she’d had enough of this crap. Living on tenterhooks for days had already done a number on her.

“Including you.”

“Yeah, right.” At least Jamie found herself able to relax as she leaned back in her chair and the waitress returned with their drinks.