Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three

Eric

"What are you doing?" I heard Sienna ask.

I didn't turn to face her, instead I turned the sizzling bacon over in the pan, the meaty smell wafting in the air.

"Have a seat," I said as I grabbed two plates and piled them up with creamy scrambled eggs and toast.

I placed a plate in front of Sienna who was now sitting at the kitchen island with a smile plastered on her face.

I smiled back at her. "I made you breakfast," said.

Then I sat down and looked at her. She wore a fitted skirt and a matching crop top. It was dangerously low cut, not that I minded, though. Fuck, Sienna was just so hot. Her red wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders and her face was beautifully bare, showing off her cheekbones and plump lips.

"Do you want my honest opinion or not?" she asked, smirking while she held the fork loosely between her fingers. Her nails were painted in various shades of dark red, burgundy as she had told me.

I raised a brow. "Go ahead," I said. It couldn't possibly be that bad