Glowing Shards Of Light

Sienna

I watch him from behind the curtains of the window.

Is this even real? Did he just offer me a million dollars to sleep with him? To be his for one month?

No. This makes no sense. Not after last night.

I wonder if this is some sort of personal challenge. Maybe his ego can't take a woman not panting for him in his bed.

The sedan disappears and I flip the single lock that still works on the front door. I go upstairs and look at my room, at the half-packed duffel, the clothes strewn here and there.

He's right. I am messy. The opposite of him.

I pick up the clothes and hang them up or put them away in the dresser drawers, all the while my mind working.

Can I do it? Would I?

I want to tell myself I wouldn't say yes just for the money. Although that's a lot of money.

But there's something about Giovanni Adams. A thing that makes me want to be near him.

Which is ridiculous because he is who he is.

Everything set aside, though, there is one thing that will take this decision out of my h