I frown. Honor sang? I would have liked to see and hear that side of the sweet woman.
Silas ruffles Atlas’s hair, making me smile. There’s a brotherhood there. If Atlas let Silas touch him in such a casual and friendly manner, he must be well-liked. “Catch ya Monday. Don’t be late…again!” Silas warns, and Atlas chuckles, lifts a hand above his head, and waves as he exits. Dash and Amber are quick to follow.
“We’ve, um, got plans tomorrow. We should, uh…” Amber twists her lips in a pensive gesture, but her aura is spiking red-hot, readying for a romp with our resident Tantric yoga teacher who also happens to be her husband.
Dash chuckles and hooks her around the waist. “I promised my wife a handful of orgasms tonight,” he says with absolutely no concern for decency or etiquette. Such an endearing quality in my friend. “It’s been a long week for her.” He nods to his wife. “Means we’re headed out.”
Amber widens her eyes to the size of dinner plates. “My goodness. I can’t believe you just said that! Dash!” She smacks his arm with righteous indignation.
He nuzzles her temple. “Little bird, everyone here tonight is going to go home and fuck like rabbits. We’re no different. Am I right?” he asks our group. I’m not touching that statement with a ten-foot pole, because it has been too damn long for me. My dry spell is closing in on ten months, and I need to get me some. I glance up at Mr. Tall, Black, and Handsome, assessing my chances of a sexy romp with a stranger. It’s not the first time—although, I don’t make a habit of sharing my body without strings attached—but something about this man has me squeezing my thighs and fanning my face. I’d like so very much to take a bite right out of him. Plus, he must be solid if my friends like him so much.
Nick coughs into his hand. “I’m hitting my girl for sure.” He twists his head so his lips rest against Honor’s ear where he whispers something I can’t hear in the overly loud bar.
“Yes, please,” Honor murmurs, and her pink energy starts changing to the same bright red Amber’s was a moment ago. Nick, on the other hand, is a straight fireball of energy. Always is. Everything he does is accomplished with a thirst for life and an unmatched exuberance.
“I think we all need to head home.” Nick sets down his beer and grabs his girl’s glass, adding it to the ones on the table.
“Guys, I just got here!” I offer my best pout, knowing it’s going to be useless with this much sexual energy bouncing between my two friends.
That’s when Silas offers his hand. “I’m happy to keep you company.” He grins, and I place my hand into his once more. Again, the hand chakras start buzzing. I briefly wonder if he can feel it. “Come on.” He leads me over to a quieter area with a hand to my lower back. I glance over my shoulder and realize all of my friends have left me high and dry.
Brats. Really, I can’t blame them, and at least I get a hottie out of the exchange.
Silas offers me a corner booth seat. I grab the hem of my micro skirt and sit down, situating my legs so they don’t show too much but leave very little to the imagination. His gaze takes in my bare thigh as he settles into the booth next to me, sitting so close, our knees touch.
“You work with Atlas?” I start off the conversation, wanting to get the basics out of the way. It’s not as though I want to jump him straight away…but I kind of want to get to the good part a lot faster. Figure out if he’s a psycho or not before I jump his bones.
He lifts a hand up and flicks his fingers at the bartender. Within what feels like seconds, she comes over with a glass of champagne, which he hands to me, and a full pint glass for him.
“Sorry, the women were all having champagne earlier, and I figured you looked a little parched. Champagne okay?” he asks. His voice is a low rumble, which sends my earlier arousal from a five out of ten to a nine out of ten.
“Uh, yeah. Never heard of anyone turning down the bubbly before.” I take a sip, allowing the sweet taste to permeate my dry mouth.
He sips his beer and then licks his upper lip. I’m instantly fascinated by the small movement, wanting so much to lick that same lip myself but knowing it’s far too aggressive at this stage of the evening.
“Ah, back to your question. Atlas and I work together, yes.” He leans back into the booth.
“He said you were his boss.”
He nods. “True. Really we’re all part of a big team at Knight & Day Productions.”
I smile. “You own the company, don’t you?” I cock an eyebrow, waiting to see if he’ll start to boast and fall all over himself telling me how amazing he is, how much money he makes, blah blah, like every other successful man I’ve dated in the past.
Silas lifts his hand and rubs at his bottom lip with his thumb before glancing away momentarily. “Guilty. But only because my father retired and I’m the eldest son. Couple of my siblings work the business too. Then we’ve got incredible talent like Atlas Powers. He and the team as a whole are why we’re so successful.”
Now that response I did not expect. To downplay his status in the company…
I shake my head and smile into my drink as I take a sip.
“Tell me about you.”
I swallow the rest of my bubbly before answering. “For that, we’re going to need a bit more alcohol. As in shots.”
His eyebrows rise nearly into his hairline. “Shots?”
“Yep.”
Silas leans closer, placing
