Page 132 of Take My Love
“Uh, hi.”
I snort, smacking her in the arm. “Stop flirtin’.”
“Just admirin’.”
“Do I even wanna know?” Silas asks, crossing his arms cautiously.
“Nope,” I quickly say at the same time Amaya says, “Nine inches, huh?”
“Oh my God, Amaya! I could write you up for sexual harassment.”
“Yeah, but you won’t. You’re too happy and high with lust.”
I roll my eyes, then grab Silas’s arm. “Let’s get outta here before she asks you to whip it out.”
“Wait, is that an option? Just for research purposes!” she calls out behind us.
“Did she?—”
“Nope, ignore her.”
When I glance over my shoulder, he smirks.
“Told her ‘bout my cock, did ya?” he asks once we’re in the truck.
“She forced it outta me.”
“Mm-hmm. I bet.” He puts one hand on the steering wheel, arching a brow. “What else did ya tell her?”
“Nothin’.”
He shifts the gear stick and drives out of the lot. “You’re an awful liar, baby.”
“Why does everyone say that?”
He chuckles. “’Cause you’re too honest and sweet for your own good.”
Once Silas removes his clothing and we walk into the house, I immediately notice something’s off.
“What is it?” he asks when I don’t move.
“I dunno…” I glance around for anything out of place. “The energy is off.”
“Is it Marjorie?”
“I’m not sure.” I walk into the living room and notice the TV is on, but it’s all static.
“Let me look. Stay here.”
I wait, trying to gauge this weird feeling inside me. It’s a mix of unease and weariness. Marjorie’s never made me feel this way before but it’s almost as if she’s sending me a warning.
“There’s nothin’ weird or out of place in the bedrooms,” Silas calls out, so I follow the sound of his voice and find him in my bathroom.
“My vanity,” I point out. “Some of my creams and serums have been moved. I never leave ’em like that.” They were organized before work this morning and now they’re scattered over the counter.
“That’s strange…” He scratches over his scruff. “Why would she do that?”
Before I can respond, a loud, muffled scream echoes from the walk-in closet.
