One Night in London by Sandi Lynn

climbed into bed and facetimed Sienna. I knew she probably wouldn’t answer because she was with Sam, but it was worth a shot. I desperately needed to talk to her.
    “Hello, gorgeous.” Her smiling face appeared on the screen. She was covered in a sheet, lying in bed.
    “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
    “Not at the moment. What’s up?”
    I sighed. “Sebastian came over and, once again, it was a wham bam, thank you ma’am.”
    “What was his excuse this time?” She rolled her eyes.
    “He has an early meeting in the morning.”
    “He is a corporate hot shot and I’m sure he does. The least he could have done was bring an extra pair of clothes with him. What’s that look for?”
    “What look?”
    “Please don’t tell me you’ve become emotionally attached.”
    “Who’s emotionally attached?” I heard Sam say as Sienna turned her phone and his naked body appeared on the screen as he walked by.
    “Gah. Stop that!”
    “Doesn’t he have the cutest little ass?” Sienna smiled. “Anyway, back to your emotional attachment. Don’t let him use you like that. You’re one of the strongest women I know. Don’t let his good looks and great sex take advantage of you. The next time he wants sex, you ask him if he’s hitting the road after. If he says yes, kick him out the door.”
    “Good advice, S. Hey, Chloe.” Sam waved.
    “Hey, Sam.”
    “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow. Get some sleep and try not to think about him, okay?”
    “Okay.”
    Well, she was no help. As I pulled the covers over me and sank into my bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I knew nothing about Sebastian Bennett. All I knew was that he owned his own multi-billion-dollar company. He didn’t seem to want to share anything about himself, or maybe because the opportunity wasn’t there. Every time we were together, it consisted of nothing but sex, and then he left. My one night with a stranger in a foreign country turned out to be many nights with a stranger in America, and that was exactly what he was: a stranger. Just because I knew his name, job, and age didn’t mean I really knew him at all.
    The next morning, I stumbled out of bed, showered, and headed to the gallery. After a busy morning, I glanced at the clock. It was almost noon.
    “I’m going to head up to my office,” I spoke to Gregory and Micha. “Connor, Ellery, and Caden should be here shortly.”
    As I sat down at my desk, I picked up my phone to see if I had any messages. None. Zero. Zilch. Somewhere in the back of my dumb head, the thought that Sebastian might have sent me a text message to at least say “hi” came forth. As I set my phone down, I saw Connor and Ellery walk in.
    “Good afternoon.” Ellery smiled as she walked over and gave me a hug. “Is he here yet? I’m dying to see his work.” Her grin widened.
    “Not yet.”
    “Why don’t we go out there and wait for him?” Connor spoke as he walked over to the couch and took a seat.
    I could hear Gregory’s voice coming up the stairs. Looking over, I saw Caden.
    “Connor, Ellery, this is Caden. Caden, these are the owners of the gallery, Connor and Ellery Black.”
    “Nice to meet you.” Ellery smiled as she extended her hand.
    After hellos were said, we all took seats in the area outside my office and Caden opened up his portfolio. I studied Ellery’s face as she previewed the artist’s work. I could tell she loved it. Then I looked over at Connor as he cleared his throat.
    “Well, I must say these are—” He took in a sharp breath. “Very artistic.”
    I couldn’t help but let out a light laugh.
    “Ellery?” he asked.
    “I love it and I think it’s a great idea to hold a month-long exhibition. This gallery is perfect the way it is, but adding a little sex to it would make it even better.”
    I watched Connor as he swallowed hard. “Chloe?” He glanced at me.
    “I think it’s beautiful work and we should go with it.”
    “I’ve added some framed black and