Silas ignored Maverick's expression and walked farther into the room. “I’m here now. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“Silas.”
That one word coming from Maverick held so much weight and power in it, I almost apologized to him on Silas’ behalf. Fuck, but how could one man demand so much attention in the room simply by being in it? At least the other brother wasn’t here. The scowly, moody one. I might just lose it if I had to stare into his dark-brown eyes filled with what seemed a hell of a lot like hate.
Silas didn’t seem affected by Maverick. He walked to one of the many doors in the suite and opened it. I realized it was probably his room.
“Stay here while I take care of business, okay?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Silas chucked my chin affectionately, and gently shoved me inside the room, shutting the door.
My heart was racing in my chest. What if my judgment was off? Or, worse, what if it was right, and Silas and his brothers were exactly the kind of men I made them out to be—dangerous and bad for me? And I’d willingly went into the hotel room with them.
Sweat gathered on my forehead.
I moved to the door and tried it.
Locked.
Fuck.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
It wasn’t working.
I wasn’t calm. Why would he lock the door? I couldn’t even hear anything outside from the door. Where the fuck was Silas? Why did he lock the door?
Why thehellwould he lock the door?
I moved to the bed and sat down, trying to get my heart to come back down to its normal rate. Maybe he just didn’t want me to leave. Locking the door was a little excessive, sure, but Silas was?—
Fuck, I didn’t know what kind of man he was. I didn’t know him, and I stupidly got into the car with him and let him take me back to this luxurious hotel.
All because he made me feel like a fucking teenager experiencing a crush for the first time. He made me feel normal in my feelings and experiences, and I wanted to feel that way again.
That was why I got into his car.
I shook my head.
I didn’t knowhow long I was locked in the room.
An hour, maybe, but then the doorknob turned, and I stood from my spot on the bed. The door opened, revealing Silas’ frame.
I walked up and hit him on the chest. “What thehell?”
He grabbed my wrists in both hands, frowning slightly. “Ow, angel. What was that for?”
I scoffed. As if he expected me to believe I actually hurt him. “Why the hell did you lock me in the room?”
“Ah. Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t have you running about the hotel room. Who knows what you might see or run into?”
What a load of bull. “Are there a lot of things in this hotel room that I’m not supposed to see?”
He shrugged, infuriating me.
“Silas, be serious. I thought you were going to keep me locked up in here for good.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he asked. I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.