Page 13 of Wild Thing
The attraction we had for each other was magnetic. I was fuel; he was a lit match. Together we burned hot.
He was the only man I had ever allowed myself to imagine a future with. But he had been unpredictable, which was what I both loved and loathed about him.
He was like a drug to me. Every time I swore off him, he’d come back like a boomerang. Always hanging around like the threat of nuclear war.
“... but overall I’m okay.” Brax replied, beckoning the bartender over.
What? I had missed all of that. He may as well had been speaking in fucking Russian.
“Can I get a gin and tonic please?” A pause and then a nod towards me. “Charge it to her room. Cheers.”
The bartender looked at me for permission. Rolling my eyes, I nodded my approval.
“Still stingy?”
“Figured you weren’t short of cash, judging by your outfit,” he chuckled. The gruffness of his voice rattled my bones.
“What’s up with my outfit?”
The bartender placed the gin and tonic down in front of Brax.
“Nothing. You look expensive,” Brax paused before he gave me a sideways glance. “And incredible.”
My core fluttered.
Oh boy.
Cheeky and flirtatious already. Noted.
Brax took a sip of his drink. “So what are you doing here in the city anyway?”
“Attending a conference and meeting a new client. I’m here for a week. I’ve come early to chill out before Monday.”
I stole a quick look towards his left hand. I clocked no wedding band. My butterflies tripled with that observation.What was happening to me?
“What are you doing here?” I asked with a hint of suspicion. It was my turn to side-eye him.
“I’m here for a week for work as well. I'm scoping out a new development project," Brax replied, taking another sip. "So, are you still a cushion fluffer?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I was never a cushion fluffer, asshole. I’m an interior designer; very different from an interior decorator.”
“What does that mean? You specialize in long lunches selecting finishings?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Yeah, I exclusively long lunch, drink the most expensive champagne and charge it all back to the firm while scoring the AMEX points for myself.”
Brax playfully slapped my leg. “Easy, Wild Thing. I’m teasing.”
Wild Thing.
His nickname for me.
He'd called me that for many reasons, but mainly because he used to say I was wild in all the best ways. I could barely look at him without thinking of our sex life. Which had been as wild as it gets. We had an almost frenetic sexual energy that couldn't be contained.
Brax would praise me constantly, telling me I had the perfect body and a “viper grip” pussy. That would send me to hell and back. I didn’t even know what that was, or if it even made anysense, but it didn't matter to me. It sounded venomous and fucking hot.
Braxton had always been “that guy” to me.
