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When I turn around, Maddox and Axel have matching shit eating grins on their faces. I flip them off and join them, hoping I can make it through the next round of dates without having to punch someone.
Here’s to hoping.
CHAPTER 3
PAISLEY
I think this woman from MatchMakers Inc introduced herself to me when I first came in, but for the life of me I can’t remember her name. I’m not even sure ofmyname right now. It’s all Silas’ fault, even though I’m not complaining. Much.
“I’m so sorry about that,” she sounds genuinely upset about Silas encroaching on the event. I’m not.
I wave her off. “It’s fine. Not a big deal at all.”
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “You don’t have to have a drink with him. Let me know and I’ll see what I can do to get rid of him.” She glances over to where Silas is standing with two guys and grimaces. “He’s standing with the owners of the club right now; I could go and talk to them about this situation.”
“No,” I almost shout the word, the force of it startling us both. I clear my throat and try again. “I mean, no, it’s okay. Really.” I find myself blushing as I try and not make a big deal about the big fucking deal kind of thing which just happened. “I don’t mind having a drink with him,” it doesn’t come out nearly as casual as I was going for.
The woman gives me a knowing look before nodding and steering me over to a group of people chatting over more of the tasty morsels being served alongside the drinks. I’m practically drooling at the thought of eating more of the food, but my stomach is also in knots.
Probably because I can feel Silas’ eyes boring their way into the back of my head. Or it could be my soul. Just as likely it’s my soul.
I stand with the group and do all the things I’m supposed to do to look normal. I smile and I nod at the appropriate times. I think I even laugh lightly.
I wonder if it looks as unnaturally transparent as it feels.
What I’m really thinking about was looking up to see Silas, tall and blonde with a button up on, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows putting his yummy, yummy forearms on display. What is it about men and forearms? Are they all sexy or just certain ones?
I’ve found the body part sexy as hell on other men before, but with Silas it was the first time I wanted to lean over and take a bite out of them.
Which is probably a strange response.
Glad I didn’t just blurt it out. I have a feeling I’m not safe from my filter taking a vacation and for me to say some highly inappropriate things. I haven’t gotten any part of me under control since the moment I looked up into Silas’ grey eyes.
His eyes stunned me, and I was startled to find him walking toward me with purpose. I needed a moment to myself after the first round of speed dating. Even though the guy who I had finished my five minutes with was nice, they’ve all been nice, I was looking down at my score card to find I didn’t want a date with any of them.
I was realizing quickly there wasn’t a spark with any of the guys here. It was like having a conversation with a coworker, I think. Working from home and working independently really hasn’t given me water cooler conversations with a coworker time, but I’m pretty sure it would feel the same way as the numerous five-minute rendezvouses have.
Then I looked up into Silas’ eyes, full of determination and a knowing I couldn’t understand. A feeling zinged through my body telling me to get ready, to pay attention, to steady myself because things were about to get wild. The things I was sure I wasn’t going to feel for anyone at the event, even if I held onto a little bit of hope that I would, was coursing through me from the moment my eyes met the steel grey of the man who looked equally smitten and pissed.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first.
Then he spoke and his voice washed over me like a wave breaking and it was all I could do not to be swept back out along with it. I’ve heard sexy voices before, I mean, I do love to listen to a romance audiobook from time to time, but this was different. His voice shot through me, teasing every erogenous zone in my body and some places I didn’t even know could feel so damn good.
Needing to take advantage of the break, I get some food, but this time I don’t taste it at all. It’s a damn shame. I also get a drink, which I desperately need to quench the heat rising in me. I can feel Silas’ eyes on me the entire time.
It should probably creep me out, but I find it sexy. Which does kind of scare me. A little. Not enough to not have a drink with the guy and see what he’s all about.
I can’t remember the last time a man has made me feel so out of sorts. I’m usually the one to keep it all together, especially between Willow, Coral and myself. I’m the one who has my head on straight, finds ways to encourage my besties and makes sure Coral doesn’t do something monumentally stupid to get herself kidnapped or something. I’m the voice of reason, the understanding one, the grounded one.
And yet, right now, all I want to do is float away to be caught by Silas.
It’s jarring. It’s mind blowing. It’s so right I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next round of dates.
When we’re told to take our seats again, I’m grateful because my knees feel like jelly even half an hour after meeting Silas. I think it’s because he’s been watching me the entire time. Any other guy watching me would make me feel self-conscious. Of my curves. Of my outfit. Of my very being.
Not with him, though. It makes me feel sexy.
I can’t remember the last time I felt sexy. I’m going to hold onto the feeling as long as I can.
