My eyes widen at his comment and heat rushes to my cheeks. Sometimes he just says the sweetest things, and he does it with such a deadpan expression. Silas offers me his arm, and I take it nervously.
“Mr. Tharza is an oil giant, and I know he’s been looking for a new firm to handle the encryption of his transactions. That’s something we can do.”
I nod and read through the documentation Silas compiled as we drive to the venue. Knowing that we’ll be working makes me feel far less guilty about the way I’m crashing this event.
“Ready?”
I nod, and Silas steps out of the car. Cameras flash, and I gasp in surprise, freezing for a moment when Silas opens the door and offers me his hand. “Smile,” he tells me. “Or the headlines will all be accusations of me mistreating my girlfriend.”
He wraps his arm around me as I smile up at him. “What headlines? What girlfriend?”
Silas chuckles as he leads me into the hotel the fashion show’s afterparty is being held at. “The ones about you and me. You’re the first woman I’ve publicly been seen with in a while, so we’ll end up all over the tabloids.”
“Why do you seem so pleased with that?”
He looks at me, his gaze making my heart skip a beat. “There’s nothing I like more than seeing your name next to mine.” He pauses and shakes his head. “Wait, that’s not quite true. What I’d like even better is your first name paired with my last. Alanna Sinclair. Sounds quite good, doesn’t it?”
“You’re crazy.”
He shrugs. “Maybe, but you love it.”
“Is that what you tell yourself?”
“You’re not denying it.”
I try to resist smiling but can’t, and Silas chuckles as he hands me a glass of champagne. “I love being around you,” he whispers, his voice so soft I nearly missed it.
His gaze turns intimate, and I’m instantly reminded of the way he kissed me last night. I was out the door before he was this morning and managed to avoid him for most of the day, so we haven’t spoken about it at all, but the sexual tension between us is inescapable.
His eyes drop to my lips, and I inhale sharply. “Excuse me for a moment,” I murmur, pressing my glass against his chest. He takes it from me, and I rush off to the bathroom, needing a breather.
There are cameras everywhere, and Silas is right. There’ll no doubt be photos of us circulating tomorrow morning. Sinclair Security will have them removed before the day is over, but they’ll never be gone completely.
I close the lid and sit down on top of the toilet, needing a moment to myself. Silas Sinclair is rapidly becoming my weakness. He’s the one man I can’t have, yet I can’t resist him. I know I’ll be judged harshly if I were to date him, yet I still want to. I’d have to endure rumors and suspicions of nepotism at work, and I’d be judged harshly for my previous relationship with Ryan… but I’m starting to wonder if being with Silas would be worth the stigma.
“Did you see?” I hear a woman say. “Silas showed up with another woman. If he isn’t here with Raven, that means he’s single again. He’s only ever off-limits when he’s with Raven. He doesn’t date anyone else exclusively. I’m going to make a move.”
I hear another woman huff. “Good luck,” she says. “You know it’s only a matter of time before he’s back with Raven. He always goes back to her.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy him in the meantime.”
I grit my teeth and push the bathroom stall open, a sugary sweet smile on my face as I walk toward the sink to wash my hands. Their eyes widen when they see me, no doubt recognizing me as Silas’s date. “I just heard you talking about Silas,” I murmur. “You should probably know that he told me he’s got crabs. It’s such a shame, but that’s too vicious of an STD for me to overlook.”
Both women gasp, and I smile sadly as I dry my hands and walk away, my fake smile turning into a real one as I walk back into the ballroom. That should keep them away from him for at least a little while, if not forever.
Silas is shaking Mr. Tharza’s hand as I approach them, Raven by his side. I hate how good they look together, and for a moment I wonder if I should just stay away, but then Silas’s eyes find mine from across the room. I walk toward him, and he pulls me against him the moment I’m within reach, his hand wrapping around my waist. “This is my date,” he says. “Alanna, meet Mr. Tharza.”