A,hey thanks for making me come so hard I saw stars.
Or was that too much?
My stomach gave another annoyed pinch.
Turning on my heel, I headed out of his bedroom and down the hallway.
Having not gotten a great look at this place when I’d been dragged back to his bedroom, I now realized his house was just as ridiculous as his room and bathroom. All tastefully decorated with that refined edge I couldn’t at all picture him living in.
There were hardly any personal touches among the conventional art adorning the walls or the expensively upholstered furniture in his living room and dining room.
Did Silas actually live here or was this some place he simply owned?
Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me. Doctors had plenty of disposable income.
Whynotbuy a house just to bring your hookups back to?
That certainly saved him from having to live in the aftermath of the mess.
Deep down, a small voice inside of me worried this was all some kind of cover to hide what we’d done from some family he had on the other side of town.
Would it be entirely possible?
Sure, anything was.
Which was what made me want to look him up in the state’s database the moment the thought crossed my mind.
What a psycho I was turning into. One good fuck and I was willing to abuse my powers as a cop to see if he was legally married or not and how many kids, if any, he had running around with his same piercing blue eyes and intimidating personality.
His kitchen looked straight out of a magazine, but instead of one fashion vogue bible, this would’ve been featured in one of those cooking ones that made any homemaker jealous beyond belief.
A restaurant-sized stainless steel fridge, two ovens to bake in, and a pantry that made my jaw fucking drop the second I peeledthe doors open. All quite the picture perfect example of how out of my tax bracket this man was.
The house was quiet outside of me taking things out of the fridge and pantry and setting them on the counter. Above the stove, that had an actual cooking stone built into the damn thing, the microwave read 9:28am.
Damn, we did sleep long.
Finding his frying pans wasn’t hard and soon I had two of them going on the stove while I cut into a brand new package of bacon and laid it flat on low heat. The second pan had a couple of eggs scrambled into it.
A simple breakfast and easy enough to make so it didn’t seem like I was trying too hard.
Getting Silas to like me enough to invite me back here was… a weird desire to be experiencing. I’d had times in the past where I’d enjoyed hooking up with a guy and wanted a second or third meetup, but none of them gave me this odd, deep-in-my-gut feeling thatcraved.
That wasn’t something I did. I hooked up, got it out of my system, and then moved on.
Wiping my hands clean of any impending drama was my favorite part. Relationships were messy and far too complicated for me to have any interest in involving myself with. I had a sister and a three-year-old to help take care of. There was no time in my schedule that allowed for extracurriculars that went on for more than a few hours a night every so often.
Which made me staying over last night even worse.
My sister was probably worried sick.
Something chimed from deeper inside the house. It was a sharp and shrill sound that was quickly cut before it went on for longer than three seconds.
Some kind of alarm?
Turning away from the stove, I held a rubber spatula clutched in one hand, my other curving behind me to turn down the heat before moving across the expanse of the kitchen and toward the archway leading out into the hallway.
The second I reached it, a man appeared, both of us stopping short at seeing the other.
