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You stopped at the door to his office, taking a moment to look both ways down the hallway to check and see if it was deserted. Luckily it was, and you quickly clasped your hands together at your nose and said a quick prayer to Janna or whoever the hell was listening that tonight would be one of those nights where you got to see a bit of eye candy beyond this door.
After a quick count of three, you rapped your knuckles against the wood and waited for that smooth voice to call for you to enter.
You swung the door open, gripping the handle with a sweaty hand and a carefully neutral expression. Silco was sitting at his desk, one elbow propped on the surface with his fingertips supporting his forehead as he worked.
If Silco had looked at you in that moment instead of the paperwork on his desk, he would have seen nothing but pure, unadulterated lust in your eyes. All-consuming hunger as your eyes followed those long fingers, loose wrist, and the smooth lines of his forearm.
You silently thanked whichever deity was taking favor with you.
It was hit or miss, but your favorite nights were when you walked through that door toward the end of the evening. When the work stretched on a bit too long and Silco had gotten more comfortable with a few glasses of brandy. When he rolled up his sleeves and you got to see the lean muscles of his forearms, the veins subtly tracing along his skin. Was it wrong to want to lick them?
Silco was looking at you now, eyes narrowed as you schooled your expression into one suspiciously neutral once more. One of his eyebrows twitched upward as he followed the path of your eyes mentally, and it dawned on him exactly what you’d been so fixated on.
Slowly, his other arm rose to the desk and he steepled his long fingers loosely, giving you the entire show for nearly no cost. You bit your tongue harder and harder, trying to keep your hands from shaking as you gave your positive report on the hit you’d been assigned.
“Answer me something, and then you’re free to leave.”
You nodded at him briefly, trying to focus on his eyes instead of the movements of his arms as he got to his feet and braced both palms on his desk to lean forward. Your composure was slipping fast.
“Were you an orphan?”
“Raised in the mines, sir,” You told him quickly, and Silco hummed around that answer for a moment, tongue in his cheek.
“Then there was no one to teach you that it’s rude to stare.”
Your stomach dropped and you knew your flimsy cover was blown. With your eyes slammed shut, you stammered an apology, “I-I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, I swear-”
“Open your eyes.”
Hesitantly you cracked one open, immediately catching sight of those god damn arms. Silco let out a huff of laughter that made you feel surprisingly warm, following it up with smooth words that turned the warmth into heat.
“Perhaps you need to be taught properly, then. Come here.”