Page 103 of Wild Thing
I raised an eyebrow.
It took him three attempts to say sorry?
Yeah, I wasn’t replying to that.
Three dots appeared again.
Wild Thing. I know you’re in there. Come out the front. Please.
Sighing, I scanned the darkened conference room.
Was I really going to waste one of the last few days I had with Brax sitting in this boring, airless room surrounded by wankers?
I had to fly home on Sunday. The thought of what awaited me back at White Point made me feel ill.
Even worse?
The thought of being so far away from Brax.
Another text arrived.
Get your fucking ass out the front right now. Or I’ll come in there, cause a scene and take you anyway.
A smile crept over my face. Ask me to do something nicely? Mightn't happen. Ask me with the promise of a little bit of violence, however? Well, that was an entirely different story.
Fuck it, I decided.
I hastily stuffed my iPad into my bag and quietly excused myself, dodging and weaving out of the row and making my way to the stairs.
Thankful I'd sat in the third row from the back, I slipped out the door into the foyer and made my way to the front of the convention center.
Pushing open the doors, I slid my sunglasses on my face and wondered where Brax was.
It didn’t take long for me to spot him.
Parked illegally, was a white mustang convertible, with Brax leaning against the passenger door. It was my dream car.
Wearing a black tee and black jeans, he looked every inch the bad boy against the starkness of the white mustang. Hat on backwards, his giant arms were crossed, the sunshine illuminating the tattoos on his forearms.
How could I be pissed off when he looked this good?
Brax unlocked his arms, and held them out wide. “Roadtrip?”
Hands on my hips, I surveyed the rental car from the top of the stairs. I didn't want him to know how excited I felt at the thought of being whisked away for the day.
“Dope car.”
"Come down here."
To hell with the cool girl act. I skipped down the stairs towards the car.
As thrilled as I was at the prospect of the unknown, I needed Brax to know that what he did yesterday was not cool. And neither was the subsequent radio silence after the fact.
I stood in front of him and took off my sunglasses. "What the hell, Brax?"
He placed his hands gently on my shoulders. “I’m sorry for bailing yesterday," he said. "It wasn’t because of you. I was angry Greg said something… I wanted to talk to him. Handle it."
"I thought I said no more surprises?"
