Page 68 of Silas's Sweetheart

Shit!

Shit and bollocks!

Had Jupiter heard him and Silas in his office? Jupiter’s office was one door down from Silas’s. Was it possible they hadn’t been as discreet as they thought?

His blood ran cold at that reality when Silas was so private about everything, and they were now over.

“Oh.” What else could he say to that?

“Your secrets are safe with me.” Jupiter winked and chuckled playfully, then dropped the file back on Ziggy’s desk and disappeared out of the office as fast as he arrived.

He eyed the open doorway with worry.

What the heck did he mean by that?

Chapter Thirty-One

Silas

Silas hesitated outside his parent’s bedroom, rubbing sweaty palms down his jean clad thighs. He glanced up and down the hallway to check no one was around. Getting caught was not on the agenda. Occupied in the kitchen with Jupiter and Emmy, Dad would be busy for a while, leaving Silas enough time to speak to Popi—alone. With them all heading to the ranch in two days, Silas had decided he needed help and Popi was it, because there was no way he was asking his brothers. He’d rather cut his own tongue out and die of blue balls. Dying of blue balls was looking more realistic every day.

The door in front of him opened, and Popi’s eyes widened as he grinned.

“Did you need something, Silas?” Popi reached for his clammy hand and tugged him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. “You must have read my mind. I was just coming in search of you to see how things were going with Ziggy. Have you spoken to him about how you feel yet?”

“I…” The carefully laid out conversation disappeared from his head like a stiff breeze clearing away fallen leaves in fall. Alone and ambushed by Popi’s question, he felt more awkward than any alpha should talking—seeking advice—at fucking thirty-seven years old. He inwardly groaned. What man of his age did this shit?

Me. I did!

“What is it, my sweet boy?” Popi gave him an expectant look as he stood like a dweeb.

“I… You see… It’s like this… I…”

Popi chuckled, looking utterly pleased with himself. “You want my help with Ziggy?”

Silas’s lips made a popping sound as he stared at Popi. “How the heck do you do that?”

“Mind read?” Silas nodded, because seriously it was damn spooky. “You’re all so easy to read, my sweet boy.” He patted his arm. “So, you want to know how to get Ziggy to fall in love with you?”

Heat surged into his cheeks like he’d swallowed a hot potato. “Yes,” he crooked out, knowing there was no point beating around the bush.

“When you were together, what did you do to show him you were interested? Does he have any particular things he enjoys?”

Dear gods, why had he thought this was a good idea? His face was burning as he dropped his gaze to the carpet. Lingerie and being in control… yep, no way he was saying that.

“He likes cake,” he mumbled pathetically.

“Cake, who doesn’t love that? No, I mean things you shared when you were together that you can show an interest in. You’ll have tried things when you were intimate together, did he show any particular interest in anything?” Popi persisted, increasing Silas’s distress.

He didn’t dare look up because the situation was more mortifying than he could ever have imagined. He should have spoken to Dad instead. Surely he’d understand the sex stuff?

“Silas, I can’t help if I don’t know everything.”

“I… Popi I can’t—”

“No, we’ll have less of that. You came here looking for my help and I’m going to help. And you know you can talk to me about everything. Including the sex stuff. I’m not a prude and I have been very adventurous with your dad.”

Silas groaned and slumped, his gaze roaming to the door, looking for an escape.

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