Great.
Honestly, with Silas’s wealth, it wouldn’t shock me if he had multiple stalkers. Maybe I was overdoing it with the conspiracy theories, but these days, you could never be too careful. Ellington Heights was supposed to be safe but all it took was one crazy motherfucker to disrupt the status quo.
The second guy reached out to slide his arm around the first one’s lower back, leaning into him. “Is… that Silas’s robe?”
“He slept over,” the first one stated.
The second guy’s eyes practically bugged out of his head. “No shit?”
“Iknow.”
Okay, now I was beginning to think these two weren’t here to rob the place or drag Silas out of bed and tie him to a chair while professing their undying love for him at all. “Are you guys…friendsof his?”
I had a hard time believing the man I’d slept with last night had anyone close to him—enough that they knew his alarm code and were comfortable enough to wander on in while the owner of the house was still sleeping.
How often did Silas see them?
Enough to be familiar with the fact that, apparently, Silas had a ‘no staying over’ rule I wasn’t aware of.
I tried not to let that go to my head. We’d both been exhausted after last night, so it wasn’t far-fetched to assume him not kicking me out wasn’t done purely out of accident.
The younger one snorted with an eye roll. “Friends…”
“Best friends, actually,” the taller one commented.
Between the two of them and their reactions, I was going to take a wild guess and say that they weren’t totally in agreement on that fact. But, whatever, it wasn’t like I was any judge of relationships. My only friend was my sister.
“Are you cooking?” the younger one asked. Before I could answer, he held out a hand. “I’m Blake, by the way. And this is Marlow.”
I slowly shook his hand. “Terran…”
Marlow gasped into his hand. “He’s cooking him breakfast.”
This was so fucking weird.
Why was this weird?
Meeting Silas’s friends the morning after we fucked was on another level I wasn’t expecting to have to deal with.
The walk of shame back into my house?
Sure.
The embarrassment of trying to explain to the dry cleaner why my very expensive lingerie set was crusty to the touch?
Absolutely.
Silas kicking me to the curb and never seeing me again?
Well… yes, but that one hurt a bit. It had a little bit of a spicy kick I didn’t like.
What was I supposed to do with Silas still tucked in bed sleeping?
Was I supposed to entertain these guys until he woke up, or was this my cue to leave with my dignity still intact before Silas rose from the dead and banished me from his lavish home in front of his friends?
Ugh, I hate this.
Before I could make a decision, Marlow broke away from Blake to scoot around me and head into the kitchen. “I definitely smell bacon. Babe, you want some?”
