I guess news of our victory had travelled fast. When I arrived in my office, Gus and Sylnie turned to look at me expectantly.
“Well?” Gus said impatiently. “Is it true?”
I smiled. “We kicked so much ass, Gus, you have no idea. Looks like we’re not all going to die after all.”
Sylnie squeaked excitedly and ran toward me. “My hero!” she said sappily, throwing her arms around me. Her massive chest pressed against me--warmly. Her lips met mine--warmly. I puckered instinctively. She interpreted that to mean I was kissing back and she kissed me even harder.
This was…nice. I felt myself beginning to swell against her leg and, coming off a decisive victory over a formidable foe, I wasn’t even that bothered by it. So I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my favorite parts of her body even closer, and kissed back on purpose.
“I was going to congratulate you,” Gus murmured. “But I don’t think anything I have to say will top that….”
“Where’s Jaelin?” came a worried voice from the corner. “Is she okay?”
I tore my face away from Sylnie’s face and spied Torvin sitting timidly on the floor. “She’s fine,” I assured him. “She fought bravely. She should be along soon.”
“So what’s the next order of business, Boss-Man?” Gus asked.
Sylnie, her arms still around my neck, wriggled her body against me a little, giggling at the way I responded. I let out a long breath. “Uh…I’m pretty tired. What I want more than anything is sleep. Do I have like a bedroom or anything?”
Gus jabbed his thumb in the direction of the back door. “Somewhere down that hallway, just like everything else,” he said.
“Cool,” I replied, prying myself out of Sylnie’s adoring grasp. “In that case, I’m going to go to bed.”
As I headed for the door, I heard Sylnie ask in a huskie voice, “Want some company?”
I stopped and turned back at her. She shot me a meaningful smile and raised an eyebrow mischievously. The kiss and boob-smush combo was one thing, but was she offering what I thought she was offering? Maybe there was something I wanted more than sleep. I cleared my throat and stammered, “Uh…I mean, sure. You know, if you…I mean, why not?”
Forgiving my inarticulateness, she followed me out of the office and into the hallway.