Page 37 of Full Service
“Ah.” The man’s dark eyes rove over me, and I feel myself blushing. He’s handsome in his own way, probably around my age and has nice skin, but he’s just a little bit too…much for someone like me.
I’d much prefer the subtle, ruggedly handsome looks of Everly. And his ass. And chest and face. Really all parts of Everly leave my dick hard and aching.
Not that I’ll ever see those parts of him again.
I’m drawing the line. A long and thick one.
No more crossing the goddamn line.
“I’m LoveJoy,” the man says, holding his ribboned fingers out toward me.
My eyes widen slightly at his name, but I bite my tongue once more. What kind of name is that? Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker.
“Hello, I’m Silas.”
I wrap my hand around his and he pumps it a little too long before he finally lets go of me.
Lee finds it necessary to pipe up. “It’s actually Dr. Silas Sinclair. He’s a professor.”
LoveJoy’s eyes widen with interest. “Oh, I love a smart man.”
“Hm,” is all I can say. I don’t want to encourage him and his obvious interest in me. He may tie me down with ribbons and subject me to a creepy dance. One that I definitely don’t want.
The only one who should be dancing for me is Everly.
“So nice to meet you, Doctor.”
He purrs the last word and then flutters his arms all around, the ribbons whipping up a frenzy as he moves. I glower at Lee, who is grinning happily at me. He’s loving every second of this, that fucker.
“I can’t wait to help you both come up with a routine. It will be such fun.”
“Oh, I can’t wait either,” Lee says with a chuckle and then runs a hand over his mouth—trying to conceal his laughter, I’m sure.
LoveJoy continues to flutter around us, and I swear, it’s like he’s never going to stop, but finally, he gets called away and pouts as he turns to leave. But not before pulling a ribbon off and tying it around my wrist.
“To remember me by,” he says softly, and I stare at the blue, shimmering ribbon with a frown.
I don’t want to remember him or his ribbons. I want to forget this ever happened.
“I think that went well,” Lee says, and I glower at him, sending him death rays with my eyeballs.
“I’m going to smother you in your sleep, old man.”
“You’d never. You secretly want to be a part of this ribbon dance and flirt some more with LoveJoy.”
“I do not,” I huff and then let out a chuckle. Why is this my life? I swear to God. This would only happen to me.
When it’s finally time to leave, it’s still pouring out. Jogging to my car, I nearly slip on the ground, but catch myself in a very ungraceful waggling of limbs before sliding into my car, half-soaked. I don’t know when this storm is supposed to pass, but I’m annoyed already. I didn’t settle here in Southern California for it to rain. I want sun. All year long.
I have expectations, damnit.
I drive back to my place and park the car in the small garage, thankful that I decided to drive today and not walk. If I’d done that, I’d have been soaked to the bone.
As soon as I enter my living room, I pull off my tie, reach into my pocket, and toss the ribbon onto the end table. I should throw it away but worry this damnable thing actually means something to creepy LoveJoy.
I stare at the fish tank and see Vertebrata staring at me. “Hello, fish.”
She blinks at me and then swims away, showing me her tail as she hides under her coral. I really, really need to find her a friend. Someone like LoveJoy, who will flutter around her space and force her to engage in sensual fish swimming.