Page 104 of Wild Thing
He hesitated. I wondered why.
"Well, that's a shame, because there's something I want to show you."
"You think I'm just going to skip out on the last day of conference?"
Brax plastered devilish grin on his face. He knew my spontaneous ass would.
"This is our last full day together for who knows how long. You want to spend it sitting inside a windowless room with a bunch of assholes, go for it. Or, you could blow it off and spend the day with me at the beach."
My eyebrows knitted together. "We're going to the beach?"
Smiling, Brax walked to the back of the car and popped the trunk. “Yep.”
"Why?"
“I have something I want to show you. We're leaving the city and heading down the coast. Just for the day," he said, gesturing for me to pass him my handbag. "We’ll be back tonight."
I stole one more glance towards the conference center, before tossing him my handbag.
"Fine. But I'm control of the tunes."
He slid his sunglasses on and grinned. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Twenty-Nine
BRAX
Cruising parallel to the ocean, the water shimmered underneath the sunshine.
I felt awful bailing on Dylan yesterday, but knowing Greg had approached her made me nervous as fuck. There was no way I could let Dylan find out the truth from someone other than me.
It had to be on my terms.
I thought about the unpleasant conversation with Greg. He made it clear he was pissed off that I was playing with fire.
He didn't know I'd already been burned by it.
I didn't expect him to understand what I was going through, but I did expect him to respect me.
For the first time in my life, I told Greg to stay out of my business. I felt shitty about that.
But I didn't need outside influences threatening to stand between me and my happiness again. I had already listened to others' opinions in the past and look where that had gotten me; stuck in a relationship I should never have been in the first place.
I looked over at Dylan, her onyx hair was whipping all over her face as she softly sang the words to 'RX Queen' by the Deftones. We'd been driving for forty minutes.
She caught me looking at her. She smiled at me lazily.
"What's happening in that pretty mind of yours?"
Instead of answering me, she reached underneath her white tennis dress and slid off her pink underwear. She looped it around the gearstick.
Fuck.
Her black hair lashed her face, as she worked to untie the bow fastened around her neck. Her dress fell to her waist, exposing her tits.
I nearly swerved off the road.
Holy shit.
