Zane's POV ~
My throat bobbed as I swallowed hard, my heart suddenly pounding.
"You're finally here, Zane," Silas greeted warmly, his smile easy, his emerald eyes fixed on me with a strange glow. "Come on… let's eat."
"And why the hell are you like that?!" I burst out, raising an eyebrow as my face burned. My voice wavered between outrage and embarrassment, and I quickly averted my eyes, refusing to let them linger on his bare body. "You should be wearing something....anything! Put some fucking clothes on, Silas!"
But Silas only chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed ease. "Well… I had to get creative as a chef today." His lips curved into a teasing smile. "The theme of the food I prepared for you requires that I be naked as the chef."
