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Sylus was incredibly skilled at catching you off guard. It didn’t matter the situation, he always managed to do what you least expected.
So, it shouldn’t have been such a surprise to receive a text from him while you were out for dinner with your teammates. You’d made an honest effort to avoid looking at your phone to not be rude, but it became a safety barrier when a drunk coworker crowded you and put his arm around your shoulder.
You seem to be having fun, Kitten ;)
Your head whipped up, scanning the pub for him after reading his text. It was a Friday night, so it was packed with patrons and making your task difficult at best.
“What’s up, boo?” Someone across the table asked you, noticing your head on a swivel. You turned your attention back to the table to see Simone, flushed from drink, watching you with a curious gaze.
“Oh, uh. My friend texted that he was at this pub, so I was seeing if I could find him,” you said, taking the shot that Simone pushed into your hand. You threw it back, and you spotted him when you set the glass down. How you even missed him, you didn’t know.
Because there he was, lounging languidly at the center of the bar, watching you with an amused glint in his eye. You swore you could see his eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the pub. He raised his glass to you before taking a sip, that crimson gaze never leaving you.
“Sonofabitch,” you grumble, more loudly than you intended.
“Did you find him? Bring him over!” Cheers erupted at the table when you stood abruptly.
“I’ll just..go ask,” you say awkwardly before hurrying away. You could feel every pair of eyes from your coworkers following you, curious to see what friend your reclusive-ass could have outside of work.
“Are you out of your mind?” You hiss when you approach him. His warm chuckle reached your ear and all it did was make you steam more.
“Hello to you too, Kitten,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t surrounded by people who would see him imprisoned if they knew who he really was.
“Why are you here?” You moved close to him, clenching your fists to prevent yourself from hauling him out of the pub.
He took another sip of his drink, keeping his eyes locked on you. Then he leaned back against the bar, setting the glass down. “I was in the area for a job and happened across your fun little group.”
“Uh-huh, yeah, sure,” you say, rubbing your face in exasperation. You peek over your shoulder to find the entire table invested in your conversation with Sylus, despite being out of hearing range. Your heart lurched. Definitely too late to hide him and shuffle him out the door, but Sylus seemed unphased. In fact, he took your hand and pulled you closer, so that you stood between his knees.
“Your friends seem interested,” Sylus chuckled. “Should we give them a show?”
Before you could even think or react, his hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you into him. His mouth slanted over yours, crashing against yours in a kiss that was immediately filled with passion. All of your thoughts halted as you became consumed by him. You didn’t even hear the drunken cheers that erupted from your table to the disgruntlement of other patrons. So engrossed in him, you didn’t catch the territorial glare he sent the guy who had his arm around your shoulder.
“That’s not fair,” you say, swaying into him when he pulled away. Your hand found his thigh and you rested your weight there to stabilize yourself, much to the amusement of your coworkers. “Don’t kiss me when I’m angry at you! That’s cheating!”
“Well stop being angry, and introduce me to your friends,” he chuckled, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.
“Are you insane?” You hiss. “That table is full of hunters who would love to see you behind bars!”
Sylus’s gaze darted back to the table, the amused glint returning to his eyes. “I don’t think any of them are in sound enough mind to make any kind of arrest right now.”
He wasn’t wrong but.. “Th-that’s not the point!”
“Introduce me, or we can continue this conversation somewhere more…private.” The gravel in his voice hinted that there would be no conversation, and your breath hitched. As tempting as the offer was, the office would already swarm with rumours just from this encounter. You couldn’t imagine what would happen should you leave with him right at that moment.
He chuckled at your hesitation, tugging you along behind him as he made the decision for you and went to the table. You followed obediently, unsure what else to do while your heart threatened to explode from anxiety. But then you remembered that karaoke night from ages ago once Simone and Tara shouted his cover name. Skye. That’s right, you’d completely forgotten.
Space was made for him at the table, and he sat leaning against your chair, with his arm thrown across the back of it. Every now and then, you could feel his fingers brush your shoulder or your hair. He was staking an obvious claim, and your face flushed every time Tara or Simone bounced their eyebrows suggestively at you. All while making not-so-subtle gestures between the two of you. No amount of denial could convince them, or yourself, that Sylus was putting on an act just to be a little shit.
But you would have your revenge. You just needed to wait patiently.
Two could play this game.