We need to talk? Now, that’s an understatement, Janelle thought as she moved as far away from Silas as possible in the now suddenly small room. Silas had a way of making her feel small, even though she was five foot nine. She needed some space to clear her mind and figure out how she could have come apart in his arms like that. She hadn’t seen Silas in years, and she didn’t know if it was his passion or his anger that had triggered her, but in the span of minutes, she’d climbed his body like a tree.
She was mortified at how little self-control she had when it came to Silas, but why was she surprised? He was the only one she’d ever been with, and it had been a lonely six years without the comfort of a man. Perhaps this was about biology and nothing more. Maybe if she scratched this itch one last time, she could get him out of her system and finally be able to move on with her life and find a partner who wasn’t afraid of sharing the spotlight with her.
“Janelle.” Silas said her name again, and this time there was no mistaking the hint of annoyance at her silence.
She turned to glare at him, but his expression was one of wariness, and all the fight left her. She was the one who’d come on to him, not the other way around.
“Can we go someplace private to talk?”
Did he honestly expect her to believe he wanted to talk? Or did he want to pick up where they’d left off?
She was stunned when he said, “I have a new restaurant not too far from here. We can beat the dinner crowd and use one of the private rooms. We’ll hash this out over a good meal and a bottle of wine. What do you say?”
As if on cue, her stomach growled. She didn’t often get a chance to have the decadent meal Silas was offering. Her diet usually consisted of water, grilled chicken and a green salad. “Just give me a minute with Hannah.”
He walked to the door and opened it. Hannah was standing nearby, but most of the loft had cleared out. Janelle quickly grabbed her purse from a chair nearby and then preceded Silas into the other room.
“Hannah, you can have the rest of the evening off. Silas and I are going to go out for a bit.”
“Are you sure?” Hannah asked.
Janelle glanced behind her at Silas. “I’ll be fine.” She could handle him. Couldn’t she?
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