Sienna stepped forward and opened her trench coat, revealing a tight dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Grayson shut the door behind her, eyes never leaving her.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm here?" she asked with a sly smile, turning toward him with a confident air.

Without waiting for an answer, she trailed a finger down Grayson's bare chest.

"You'll tell me when you're ready," he replied, crossing his arms, unmoved.

She smiled shamelessly, stepping closer until the sweet scent of her perfume wrapped around him.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you…" she murmured, eyeing him from head to toe. "Casual suits you, Gray."

Grayson didn't move, but his body tensed. His gaze flicked down to her bright eyes, then back up—reading the truth behind that overdone smile in an instant.

"Have you been drinking?"

Sienna let out a light laugh and tilted her head, wearing a flirtatious smirk.

"A little… just enough to give me courage."

She started to close the space bet