Chapter 6 – Silas
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SILAS
I roll my shoulders as I step out of the car I hired to take us to the resort. My mother wanted the whole family to ride together yesterday, but I had too many things to do, and, in fact, I didn’t want to. I know, crappy son, but I need the three hours in the car to spend with Georgie.
Just thinking her name makes my cock twitch. God, she’s perfection. Petite, but with curves, the slightest little overbite that accentuates her plump lips. Her blonde hair and green eyes have been haunting me for two days. If I didn’t know better, I would have said Hazel had set this up as the real deal because Georgie is just my type. Not that I knew I had a type, but I think Georgie might be the exact woman I would go for.
And yes, I used the excuse of getting to know her better to spend three hours in a car with her. I thought it best to keep her away from Momzilla as long as possible. Any extra time around my mother might have Georgie running for the hills.
As I ignore the death trap masquerading as an elevator, I walk up to the third floor. This isn’t the best neighborhood, and this is definitely not the best apartment building on the block. The call box doesn’t work, and the front door is open at all hours. I know because Georgie told me.
I knock on her door, then I hear a crash behind the door.
“Georgie,” I call out, alarm moving through me.
“I’m okay.”
“That girl falls down all the time,” a deep feminine voice says from behind me. I turn and find her neighbor leaning against the doorjamb watching me. She’s in her seventies, at least, and is a tiny slip of a woman. She’s giving me a look as if she thinks I’m casing the apartment building.
The door opens before I can respond. When I turn, I lose most of my ability to form thoughts, and I have serious doubts I can breathe. Good god, she’s gorgeous. I mean, I knew she was pretty the other day, but now…my sister has made sure that she’s dressed to fit the role. She did something different with her hair.
Every inch of her body is covered but the fabric clings to her curves.
“What?”
“Your hair is different.”
She reaches up to the messy bun. “Yeah, well, I thought maybe a braid wasn’t regal enough.”
“You look lovely, dear,” the old woman says.
“Thank you, Mrs. Bennet. Make sure you have Jacob down the hall help you if you need to get out this weekend.”
“It’s going to rain. Staying in.”
She smiles at the woman and I’m jealous. Of an old woman. What the hell is going on?
“Okay, I have to get the garment bag your sister insisted I needed, and my suitcase.
“Let me help you.”
“No! I mean…I got it.”
She disappears inside and I find myself standing in the hallway with her neighbor still giving me a strange look.
“I haven’t seen you before.”
“Right back at ya,” I say.
“I just want to make sure that you’re not kidnapping the girl.”
“I am not. Besides, it would be stupid to talk to you if I were.”
“Well, you are a man and the inferior of the species.”
I snort and get an answering smile from the old woman, but it fades.
“Just so you know, I will hunt you down and make you regret hurting that girl.”
The threat in the woman’s voice tells me she is serious and while it seems insane, there is a shiver that slinks down my spine. I nod but say nothing before Georgie comes falling out of her apartment. I catch her by the arm and pull her upright, the movement has her slamming into my body. I was already half hard but now my cock is hard as a steel pike. My head spins, probably because there is no blood in my brain.
“Sorry,” she murmurs, but I barely hear her. All I can do is look down into her green eyes and think that she is trouble with a capital T. From the moment I saw her, I knew it was a problem. I was attracted to her and not because she’s attractive.
“Mr. Prescott?”
There is a throat clearing behind me. I realize that the old woman is still there watching all of this. I release Georgie and take her garment bag and suitcase.
“Oh, I can carry that.”
“Don’t be silly,” I say and motion with my head. “Shall we?”
She nods and turns to lock the door. As she does, I want nothing more than to pull her into her apartment and spend the day in bed with her. My body is screaming for it, begging me to abandon my mission for the day and take this woman to bed.
Turning around, she smiles at me, then says goodbye to her neighbor before heading down the stairs.
“I hope you don’t mind the stairs. The elevator gives me the creeps.”
I say nothing until we reach the first floor. “Why don’t you move?”
She shrugs but I need an answer. Why is she hell bent on living in this hovel? We pay good money to our employees at Prescott. It’s one of the things we pride ourselves on. Family members get a base pay that is well below what other business owners in our business do. Even a receptionist makes a decent living.
She sighs, her entire body seemingly shrinking under the weight of something horrific. “I have a lot of bills.”
Turning, she pushes the door open and heads down the steps. I know she thinks that is the end of it and it is, but only for now. I want to know why, and I will find out the answer.
I load the suitcase and garment bag into the trunk, then join her in the backseat. Soon, we are on our way, the city getting smaller and smaller. We barely talk and I know I need to. I need to get to know her more, and vice versa. I hit the button that has the window going up between the driver and the backseat.
With a glance at the window, then back to me, she smirks. “Is this where you kill me?”
I roll my eyes. “Your neighbor thought I had nefarious plans for you.”
“Do you?”
I blink and think about what I would actually like to do to her, and it has nothing to do with killing. I can just imagine what her mouth would feel like on my dick as I thrust it between her plump lips.
“Mr. Prescott?”
“I told you to call me Silas. My mother might think it’s weird you’re calling me by my last name. We talked about that the other night.”
“Unless that’s your thing.”
There’s a beat of silence and I imagine hearing her moaning my name as I fuck her. If my cock was hard before, it’s made of titanium steel now.
“What?”
A sweet blush steals over her fair skin. “Forget I said that.”
“Kind of hard.”
Her bright gaze dips down to my lap. Of course, my dick twitches because he likes the attention.
“Georgie.”
“What?”
“I would suggest you stop looking at my dick because it’s going to make it very difficult to resist kissing you.”
Her gaze shoots up to mine. Surprise easy to read in her expression.
“No kissing.”
“No?” I ask, my voice teasing. Who am I? I don’t tease women, I don’t flirt. It isn’t in my DNA. Or, at least, I thought it wasn’t.
She shakes her head.
“What if my mother wants to see us kiss?”
“Like in The Proposal ?”
“What?”
“When Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds show up in Alaska, they are forced to kiss in front of a bunch of people. It is super awkward.”
“It is?”
She nods. “Sandra Bullock was his boss in the movie.”
Oh, she’s talking about a movie. I mean, I sort of know who those people are, but I haven’t seen a movie in…well, forever.
And now I realize she has my mind off the subject at hand. And what the fuck is the subject at hand?
“Are you okay, Silas?”
The sound of my name on her lips has my entire body vibrating with need. Which pisses me off. I don’t need this anymore than I need a real girlfriend. I need to keep the barriers up so I can keep up with the work I have to do.
I settle back against the seat. “Yeah. I’m fine. So, let’s get to know each other.”
She nods. “We did that the other night.”
Actually, we didn’t. She avoided the questions and gave me the bare minimum. Granted, it’s enough to get through the weekend, but I want to know more. No, I need to know more.
“Why do you live in that building?” I can’t keep the disdain out of my voice, and of course, she hears it.
“Off limits.”
“What?”
“No discussion on that.”
The sweet, blushing woman has disappeared with the thrust of her chin. She crosses her arms beneath her breasts pushing them up against the neckline of her dress. She’s mad at me and; apparently, I get off on it because my dick is begging to be let loose.
Fuck, this is going to be a long weekend.