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“What? What does that even mean?” he questions. “Seriously, do not put yourself in Lucas’ crosshairs. Don’t get involved.”
I don’t say anything as I drain the last of my coffee and the tension that had been crackling in the air between us fades. Billy seems at ease again and flashes me a knowing grin.
“So, this client of yours—Aria was it?—must be really special to be getting this sort of personal, hands-on, Silas Gable treatment, huh?”
I can’t stop the small grin that curls the corners of my mouth upward. That only makes Billy laugh. I get to my feet and pull some cash out of my pocket and drop it on the table.
“Thanks for the information, Billy.”
“Not going to give me anything? Not even a breadcrumb?” he asks. “Come on, bro. I’m old and married. I need to live vicariously through you.”
“Enjoy your pancakes, man,” I say with a laugh. “I’ll reach out to you soon.”
“What are you going to do, Silas? Seriously, if you’re going to cross a line, I might not be able to help you,” he says. “Think about the repercussions.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Silas—”
I turn and walk out of the diner, my mind spinning with a thousand different thoughts and ideas. I know that I need to get Lucas out of her life. Permanently. She won’t admit it, but Aria needs my help. And she’s going to get it. I am going to protect her. I’m going to keep her safe from Lucas. He’s never going to lay a finger on her. Not while I’m alive.
The question is, how am I going to accomplish that? Billy seems to think the cops won’t be able touch Lucas and the only thing that will stop him is a bullet or two in the head. And because of that, Lucas has come to think he’s bulletproof. He walks around with impunity and acts like he’s untouchable.
But in my experience, nobody is untouchable. Nobody.
6
Silas
“Thanks for coming in,” I say.
“Your office seemed to be a safer place to meet than my apartment,” she replies.
“Maybe.”
She walks to the glass that makes up the wall behind my desk and gasps. I swivel around in my chair and watch the way the sunlight falls on her skin, making it almost glow with an ethereal light. I also can’t help but notice how the light makes her sheer dress almost see-through. And as I admire the gentle curves and lines of her body, my mouth grows dry, and I feel that dull ache in my cock again as it strains for release against my slacks.
She finally turns to me. “You lied to me.”
“Did I?”
Aria nods. “Your view is very spectacular.”
Glad for the distraction, I turn and look out the windows. Situated on the fifteenth floor of the office building, my office has a commanding view of downtown. But I suppose I’ve been working here so long, I’ve come to take it for granted. I clear my throat, get to my feet, and gesture to the table and chairs to the side of the room. When I have to meet with clients, I’ve always felt my office is preferable to the large, sterile conference rooms.
As Aria moves over to the table, my eyes are fixed on the swish of her hips and the curve of her ass. My heart pounds a little harder and my cock is throbbing. I sit down at the table, quickly concealing my very obvious hard-on beneath the polished oak slab. Aria sits down across from me delicately, her every move graceful. My eyes drift to the low neckline of her sundress which allows me to admire the line of her cleavage and the swell of her breasts as they strain against the fabric.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” she asks, finally breaking the silence.
I tear my eyes away from her chest and try to stifle the menagerie of erotic images spinning through my mind as I sit back in my chair and clear my throat. The truth is, there isn’t anything I’m going to say to her today that I couldn’t have told her with an email or a phone call. But it’s been a couple of days since I last saw Aria and I just wanted to look into her eyes and drink in her body.
“Right,” I start. “Well, I spoke with the prosecutor handling your case. She’s amenable to working out a deal that might knock this all down to a misdemeanor. We’re talking probation instead of jail time.”
She purses those full lips as she absorbs my words and all I can think about is how they felt pressed to my own. The recall of her tongue in my mouth as well as the feel of her tight, soft body against me is instant and my cock grows so stiff it’s becoming painful.
“Contingent on what?” she asks.
“Sorry, what?”
