Evan had expected something simple—a quiet dinner at a high-end restaurant, maybe a private booth with expensive wine. That was just the kind of thing Sienna would do. But the moment their chauffeur pulled up in front of a luxury mall, he knew she had something else in mind.

  Sienna wasn't someone who particurly enjoyed shopping, at least not the way most women in this world did. She was efficient, direct, and when she wanted something, she got it quickly. Which was exactly how she approached picking out an outfit for him.

  “We have somewhere special to be tonight,” she said, scanning the racks of tailored suits with a practiced eye. “You should look the part.”

  Evan raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t realize I wasn’t presentable enough for you.”

  She gave him an amused gnce. “You’re always presentable. But tonight, I want you to be stunning.”

  He sighed but let her pick out something sleek and perfectly fitted. Within twenty minutes, they were done—no excessive browsing, no indecision. Just Sienna making her choice and Evan wearing it. Simple.

  “Alright,” he said, adjusting the cuffs of his new shirt. “Where to now?”

  She only smiled.

  ***

  Evan had seen yachts before, but this was something else entirely. The moment they arrived at the private dock and he stepped onto the deck, he felt a rare moment of speechlessness.

  The yacht was massive, an elegant blend of modern luxury and old-money sophistication. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the setting sun, the soft white furnishings contrasted beautifully against the deep blue ocean, and the scent of salt and expensive cologne lingered in the warm air. A private crew stood waiting, greeting Sienna with the utmost respect and Evan with warm smiles.

  “This is…” He turned to Sienna, taking in her composed expression. “This is insane.”

  She smirked. “Good insane or bad insane?”

  “I don’t think there is a bad version of this.”

  “I’m gd you liked it.”

  The yacht started moving, cutting smoothly through the water as the sky darkened into hues of orange and purple. It was just them—no loud party, no unnecessary extravagance. Just a night designed for two. And as much as Evan wanted to py it cool, he couldn’t hide how impressed he was.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Sienna asked as she led him toward the spa area.

  Evan exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I think I might actually be dreaming.”

  ***

  The private spa was just as extravagant as everything else. The lighting was dim and warm, the air thick with the scent of essential oils. Two massage tables were set up, along with a team of expert masseuses waiting for them.

  Evan hesitated. “I feel like I should be doing something to deserve this.”

  Sienna arched her brow. “Oh, you are doing a lot. Don’t worry about it”

  He blinked, caught off guard by the hint of mischief in her tone. For a brief moment, he wondered if she was being intentional or if he was reading too much into it. Still, he kept his expression neutral, offering a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Good to know.”

  Her ughter was light, teasing. “Rex, Evan. You’ve earned it.”

  And just like that, he found himself lying face-down, feeling tension he hadn’t even realized he was carrying slowly melt away under expert hands. The massage was nothing short of heavenly. He sighed deeply, rexing for the first time in what felt like forever.

  Sienna, lying beside him, turned her head slightly. “Are you enjoying this?”

  He groaned in response. “I am dangerously close to passing out.”

  She smiled, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. “Good.”

  For a while, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the soft hum of the yacht’s movement and the rhythmic kneading of pressure points. It was rare—this quiet, peaceful moment between them.

  ***

  By the time they moved to the jacuzzi, the sky had turned completely dark, a vast expanse of stars stretching above them. The warm water bubbled around them as they leaned back, the gentle rock of the yacht making everything feel even more surreal.

  Evan let out a slow breath, sinking deeper into the water. “Alright, I have to ask… Was this really just a st-minute reward?”

  Sienna turned to him, her expression unreadable. “What do you think?”

  He gave her a knowing look. “I think you had this pnned from the start.”

  She smirked slightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Wow, look at you. A real detective.”

  Evan huffed a quiet ugh. "So much for a 'reward' then. You were going to do this no matter what."

  She tilted her head, studying him. “Does that make it any less meaningful?”

  He considered that for a moment, gncing at her through the soft glow of the underwater lights. The steam curled around them, the night air carrying the faint scent of salt and expensive oils. Sienna looked effortless—leaning back against the jacuzzi’s edge, eyes sharp yet rexed, her confidence radiating in a way that always managed to pull him in.

  “No,” he admitted. “I suppose not. But then, why?”

  She was quiet for a beat before finally saying, "Because I’m lucky to have you."

  Evan blinked, caught off guard. That… wasn’t what he had expected.

  Sienna wasn’t the type to throw around sweet words lightly. She was confident, deliberate—every move she made was with purpose. When she wanted something, she pursued it. When she cared, she showed it through action, not empty words. But hearing her say it—just like that—felt different. It felt real.

  “You’re lucky?” he repeated, skeptical. “You, the all-powerful, terrifyingly competent president?”

  She ughed softly. “Yes.” Then, more seriously, “You don’t act like most men. My friends… they’re always compining about how exhausting it is to keep their boyfriends happy. How they constantly need reassurance, how much effort it takes to manage their emotions.”

  Evan tilted his head. “Well, I already told you that I’m different.”

  “You are. And that’s what makes this work.” She gnced at him, her voice quieter now. “You handle me. You don’t need constant validation. You keep up with me instead of making me slow down.”

  He exhaled, looking away, the weight of her words settling in.

  He had always felt like he was the one adjusting—bending, shifting, trying to fit into this world that had rewritten the rules he once knew. Trying to fit her. But to Sienna, he was the relief.

  That was a strange thought.

  Back in his old world, retionships were supposed to be at least somewhat banced—about finding someone who met you about halfway. But here, that wasn’t the expectation. Women carried the responsibility, they led, they protected and provided. Men followed. Evan had assumed he was just pying his role, pretending to fit in while still keeping pieces of his old self intact.

  But to Sienna, it wasn’t just an act. This was what made him different. He wasn’t needy. He wasn’t fragile. And because of that, she felt at ease with him in a way she didn’t with anyone else.

  He wasn’t sure if that made him feel special or just… exposed.

  Sienna studied him for a moment before smirking. “And I love your reactions.”

  Evan gave her a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  She stretched her arms over the jacuzzi’s edge, her body shifting with the movement, rexed and confident. “Normal men aren’t… as involved as you are during our activities.”

  He scoffed. “I feel like you’re trying to make me sound perverted.”

  She tilted her head, amused. “Not perverted. Just… responsive.”

  Evan exhaled, shaking his head. “I think you just have boring friends.”

  Sienna’s lips curled into something smug. “Fine. Let’s test it. Look at my chest,” she said, her hands rising to grab her own breasts, lifting them slightly as she emphasized the words.

  Evan blinked, his eyes widening in surprise as his gaze was drawn to her chest, before he quickly looked away, “…What?”

  Sienna’s grip on her breasts tightened, her fingers digging gently into the curves as she repeated, “Go on,” her voice low and teasing. “Look.”

  His frown deepened, lips parting slightly, caught between confusion and suspicion. “Why would I—”

  “Just do it.”

  There was something challenging in her voice, something smug—like she already knew exactly how this would py out.

  Evan hesitated before sighing dramatically and letting his gaze flicker downward.

  It was a mistake.

  The warm water pped at her colrbones, droplets glistening on smooth skin. The soft glow from the yacht’s underwater lights cast subtle highlights over her curves, accentuating the way her bikini clung to her. It wasn’t even revealing, but somehow, it didn’t need to be.

  His stomach tightened, something instinctive kicking in before he could stop it.

  His lower half twitched, blood rushing south, and his entire body tensed. He ripped his gaze away, forcing himself to shift, to move—anything to stop it. But it was already too te.

  Sienna’s smirk deepened. “See?”

  Evan clenched his teeth. “That—That doesn’t prove anything.”

  She arched her brow, voice dripping with amusement. “Doesn’t it?”

  He exhaled sharply, willing himself to calm down, but she knew. She had seen the way he shifted, the way his muscles tightened, the way he suddenly avoided eye contact. And she relished it.

  “Men don’t usually react like that” she mused, leaning in slightly, her voice teasing. “They don’t get this… excited”

  Evan exhaled sharply through his nose. “Stop pying with me. I have my own needs too…”

  She chuckled, looking far too pleased with herself. “Don’t worry, it’s a blessing”.

  But then, just as quickly, her smirk faded, something softer repcing it. “Speaking of… Was I too much? Last time?”

  He blinked. “Hmm?”

  She hesitated, the teasing momentarily gone. “When I tied you up.”

  Evan froze. His mind fshed back to that night—her touch, the restraint, the way she had controlled every movement, every sensation. The way he had felt completely under her. Vulnerable, yet somehow… more aware than ever.

  He had enjoyed it. More than he wanted to admit. But his pride wouldn’t let him say it outright.

  “I—uh—”

  She was watching him carefully now, her usual confidence tinged with something almost hesitant. “If it was too much, I won’t do it again.”

  For all her teasing, all her dominance, Sienna wasn’t cruel. She was asking. Giving him a choice.

  Guilt settled over him.

  “…I enjoyed it,” he admitted, voice quieter than before.

  A slow, victorious smirk spread across her lips. “Enough for a second time?”

  Evan groaned, covering his face with one hand. “I hate you.”

  She ughed, flicking water at him. “No, you don’t.”

  The tension dissolved, the moment slipping back into something easy, comfortable. But even as the conversation moved on, Evan couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something between them had shifted.

  ***

  By the time they reached the private dining area, the crew had set up a breathtaking candlelit dinner under the stars. The ocean stretched endlessly around them, the gentle waves creating a peaceful rhythm.

  As they ate, they talked—about business, life, and their future. The conversation was easy, natural and comfortable.

  When they finished dessert, Sienna stood and held out a hand. “Dance with me.”

  Evan hesitated. “I don’t dance.”

  She smiled. “That’s fine. I’ll lead.”

  And under the vast night sky, with the stars above and the ocean beneath them, they danced.

  As they swayed to the music, the stars twinkling above them, Evan felt a sense of peace wash over him. The tension and excitement of the earlier events still lingered, but in this moment, everything felt right. Sienna's hand was on his waist, her fingers brushing against his skin, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of desire.

  As the music came to a close, Sienna leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "Did you enjoy tonight?" she whispered.

  Evan smiled, his heart still racing from the dance. "I did," he whispered back, his voice low and husky.

  Sienna's eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and she smiled, her lips curving up. Evan's gaze was drawn to her mouth, and he felt a pang of desire.

  As they stood there, the music fading into the distance, Evan leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think it's my turn tonight."

  Sienna's smile grew, and she leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his. The air was charged with anticipation, and Evan could feel the promise of a long, sensual night ahead.