I cleared my throat, trying not to think about how much I’d prefer Silas to be on his knees for me, and Mr. Oleander finally rose to his feet. “Okay, good. Now we just have to settle on the style. We have the traditional tux, of course.”
“Yes, that’s good.”
“We have some more modern trends popular with grooms, however,” Mr. Oleander continued. “We have a lovely emerald green that’s in fashion. We’ve got a rust-colored patterned jacket that’s quite popular. A well-fitted suit can offer a more contemporary look.”
I sent Silas a panicked look. “Uh, I don’t know what to choose.”
He smiled. “I think we’ll stick with the traditional tux with this one, Mr. Oleander. Branson doesn’t strike me as a trend-setter.”
I smirked. Silas was right, though it might be amusing to choose something bold and watch him try to pull it off. Caitlyn would kill me for pranking him on his wedding day, though. Too bad.
“Traditional is good,” I agreed.
“Okay, then,” Mr. Oleander said. “We should discuss the color theme for the vest?—”
“The groomsmen will wear emerald cummerbunds and bowties to match the bridesmaids’ dresses, but I think we should set off the groom with a different style. Perhaps a full emerald vest. What do you think, Branson?”
I frowned. I really didn’t care for my brother’s name on his tongue. He should be sayingBrysonwhile looking at me with those sharp blue eyes. But his gaze lingered on my chest,where my thin shirt clung to the lines of my body. He still wanted me, no matter what he said.
“That sounds great.”
“Go ahead and put your shirt back on,” Mr. Oleander said, glancing between us. “I’m sure yourbridewill be very happy with the fit. Don’t you think, Silas?”
There seemed to be a hidden message in his words. Silas’s cheeks turned pink. “Of course. Cait adores Branson. They’re a lovely couple, and I’m going to do everything I can to make their day perfect.”
“Well, I certainly hope so.”
Mr. Oleander went behind his counter to write up the order.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing.” Silas handed over my shirt.
“Didn’t seem like nothing. He seemed a little admonishing, and you looked embarrassed.”
“Just forget it.”
“But—”
“He thinks I’m eye fucking the groom, okay?” He turned even redder. “He thinks you’re Branson, so now he’s trying to caution me against something inappropriate.”
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Eye-fucking me.”
“Ugh.” He spun away and raised his hands over his face. “Maybe.”
I slid my arms into my shirt and came up behind him.
“Good. I want you to look at me.” I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his neck. “I want you in my bed again so much it hurts.”
Silas slowly turned in my arms, eyes conflicted. “I can’t date someone right now. It’s not you. It’s just Idon’t think?—”
“So don’t date me,” I said quickly. “Just…feelwith me.” I tugged him tight against me and ran my nose along his ear. “Feels good, right?”
He shivered. “Yes…”
