Page 70 of Full Service

“Sure am,” I say as I take a seat at the small island, watching his ass as he moves.

Wanna fuck that too.

“It’s almost ready,” he tells me, his voice cracking slightly. Seems he’s just as wrecked as me. I love that when he goes to give a lecture, every word that spills from his mouth will remind him of me.

Makes me hard just thinking of it.

“Coffee is right over there, if you want some,” he says, pointing to a French press sitting on the stove. Of course he has one of these, I think as I stand and grab a mug. I make sure to brush against him as much as possible as I move about, wanting to respect his wishes, but also reminding him of what he’s missing.

“Creamer?” I ask, and he nods, pointing to the fridge.

I pull it out—organic. Must be nice.

“Think I’ll like living here,” I murmur as I pour a hefty amount into my mug.

“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat. “It should be fine as we both have very busy schedules.”

“Right,” I say, taking another seat and sipping on the hot brew. Silas sets a plate down in front of me, an egg and sausage scramble.

Sure would like to scramble his eggs with my sausage.

I dig in, burning my mouth slightly as I go, but hell, this is real nice. I like this a lot.

“Thanks,” I say around a mouthful. Silas eyes me with an arched eyebrow and nods.

“Of course. I won’t be making your breakfast every morning though. You’ll have to fend for yourself.”

“You just wanted to thank me for last night,” I tease. “I see how it is.”

He huffs and then takes a sip of his coffee, picking at his food.

“Well, we can call it a one-off. Like I said, it won’t happen again.”

I groan, but keep eating. I mean, I really want it to happen again. And again. I won’t pressure him, but I can entice him.

Really let him know what he’s missing out on.

“Are you going to work today?” I ask, and he nods.

“Have some committee meetings to attend.”

“Snooze,” I snort, and he grins.

“Yeah, basically. But it’s part of my contract so….”

We grin at one another and then I focus on shoving the food into my mouth, burping lightly when I’m done. I set the plate in the sink and then decide to wash it. It’s only polite.

When I’m done, I spin around and catch Silas’s eyes on my ass. My teeth bite my lip to keep a smile at bay. This fucker. He knows what he wants.

And he wants me.

“Alright, well, I’m going to get changed and head to campus for a bit, then maybe meet with my dad. Can you drive me to get my car?” I ask, and he straightens up and nods. He opens a drawer and pulls out a house key, holding it up to me.

“For you,” he says, and my heart flutters in my chest. Feels like he’s my boyfriend or some shit, which is ridiculous. I’ve never wanted a boyfriend.

Until now.

Fuck.

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