Chapter 32
Jonathan looked at the absolute resolve in his apprentice’s eyes and knew her mind was made up.
He sighed, ultimately nodding. “Alright, I’ll help you. But you must stay safe. Let me know the moment anything goes wrong p>
A flicker of warmth crossed Sienna’s eyes. “Thank you, Jonathan. I will p>
After dinner, Sienna headed back to her apartment.
She washed up quickly and curled into bed. The sheer exhaustion of the day pulled her into a deep sleep almost immediately.
Half-awake, a soft rustling sound drifted in from outside her bedroom.
Sienna snapped awake.
The soundproofing in this old building was terrible, but this noise was too close. It sounded like it was right in her own living room.
She got up as quietly as she could, her bare feet pressing against the floorboards, and pressed her ear to the door.
The faint clink of metal slipping through the crack was followed by the heavy thud of leather shoes stepping onto the floor p>
Someone was in her apartment!
Sienna’s heart seized, her breath hitching in her throat for a terrifying second.
The security in this old neighborhood had always been practically nonexistent; a burglar had broken into the building next door just last month.
Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw a dark figure moving near the sofa.
Holding her breath, she backed away toward the bed, grabbed her phone, and with trembling fingers, brought up the emergency dial screen.
Just as her thumb hovered over the call button, the noises outside abruptly vanished.
It wasn’t until she was absolutely certain the living room had returned to dead silence that she dared to gently twist the doorknob.
She tiptoed out of the bedroom, reaching out to feel for the light switch on the wall, when her foot suddenly caught on something.
“Ah p>
Without warning, she pitched forward. But instead of the expected pain of hitting the floor, she crashed into a solid wall of muscle.
She instinctively braced her hands, feeling the taut, rippling muscles beneath her palms, while a muffled grunt of suppressed pain rumbled from beneath her.
It was a man!
Sienna’s soul practically left her body. She scrambled wildly to get up, but her foot slipped again.
This time, she landed squarely and firmly on his lap.
She could clearly feel the dense muscles of his thighs beneath her, along with an undeniable, burning heat that was impossible to ignore.
“Stop moving,” a lazy drawl came from above her head, carrying a familiar, low timbre. “Are you trying to wake up the whole building in the middle of the night p>
That voice p>
Sienna snapped her head down, finally remembering to click on the nearby floor lamp.
The soft light washed over the sofa, instantly illuminating the man sitting there!
Jarred Sterling was leaning back against the velvet cushions, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his chiseled collarbones.
His eyes were half-closed, looking as if he had just been roused from a light sleep. His hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands falling over his forehead, adding a layer of lazy sex appeal to his rugged features.
And she was straddling his lap in the most humiliating position imaginable, her nightgown hiked up to her upper thighs, one hand still planted firmly against his hard chest.
“You Sienna was stunned.
Before they got married, she had never brought Jarred here. After they tied the knot, she had moved into their marital home, leaving this old apartment empty.
It had been exactly a week since she asked for a divorce, packed her things, and moved back here. Jarred hadn’t shown his face once.
She had honestly assumed he couldn’t even find this place.
But Jarred acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He casually plucked her phone from her other hand, smoothly powered it down, and tossed it onto the coffee table.
The entire movement was fluid, as if he owned the place.
“How did you get in here p>
Sienna finally found her voice and scrambled frantically to get off him, only for his large hand to lightly catch her around the waist.