Silas
Work trip next weekend, then bridal shower for a colleague the next Saturday.
I’ve got an open house that day.And then Sunday Fun Day.
What the hell is Sunday Fun Day?
Come on, Hunter must have told you about our brunches.
He hasn’t.Or if he did, I wasn’t paying attention.I try to remember the last time Hunter talked to me about anything in Here beyond complaining about our parents or the Schaefers.
Silas
Oh right, where you play that game?
Don’t act like you didn’t love Whose Turn is It Anyway?when we were kids.
A memory surfaces—the four of them collapsed in laughter over some ridiculous made-up rules, me watching from the kitchen while Mom was whipping us up some tomato juice that was supposed to increase my metabolism.
Silas
I did.But I’m not really into game nights.
That’s because you’re doing them wrong.
We play with mimosas and waffles.
Hunter’s hosting next week and it’ll be in his backyard.
Sometimes we do it at the summit.
Now you’ve got me off track.When can I come visit?What are you doing during the week?
You want to come on a weekday?
Sure, if you’re free.I wanted to fuck your brains out the whole visit, but if I have to occupy myself while you work, I suppose I can go...idk...see the Statue of Liberty or something.
What about next Tuesday?I have a meeting Wednesday morning that I can’t skip but I can have my assistant move the rest of the schedule around.I can take the call from my home office.
You have an assistant?
I share her with other VPs, but yeah.
Mmm that’s hot.
I’ll be your personal assistant.
You can boss me around.
You’re ridiculous.
I meetSilas at Penn Station because when I ask him if he can get from the train to my house he says, “There’s a sixty percent chance I’ll get lost,” and honestly, I’ve been looking forward to these orgasms too much to waste time with him wandering around the city.
He spots me coming off the platform and trots over—literally trots, like an overexcited golden retriever—to sweep me into his arms with a kiss that makes my toes curl.
My first thought is oh my god we’re kissing in public and my second is literally no one here knows Silas (or me).The anonymity is freeing in a way I hadn’t expected.
I sink into it, and Silas greedily takes deep draws from my mouth, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other splayed across my lower back.He tastes like coffee and mint gum.It’s only been ten days since I’ve seen him, but he’s warm and solid and here, and I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him until this exact moment.
