Page 39 of Wild Thing
A smirk threatened to creep across his face, before he swallowed it away. His eyes dropped to my chest and he bit his bottom lip. My breasts felt heavy under his molten stare.
He was clearly loving this. Toying with me.
Lucky for him, I loved the game.
I shifted my focus to the flat screen mounted to the wall and began to showcase the renders.
It was time to go to work.
If only I could stop thinking about my ex railing me from behind over the boardroom table.
Ten
DYLAN
Well, the chemistry meeting certainly lived up to its name.
“That went great,” Steven said, as we walked down the cascading stairs and onto the footpath out the front of Omega. The mid-morning sunshine was brilliant, immediately spurring me to rummage around my handbag for my sunglasses.
Thankfully, Steven's phone rang, meaning I didn’t have to answer any pointed questions about Brax.
“Hello? Yeah… No, that’s not the right file,” Steven braced his hand over his phone. “Dyl, I gotta take this. Can you order a car?”
I nodded as Steven stalked off in a huff down the footpath to continue his call.
Chemistry meeting.
It was almost laughable considering what had transpired.
Not only was the chemistry between Brax and I obvious, but Greg and his team had loved everything about my vision for Studio Pase. They loved me. There hadn’t been one question I couldn’t answer, and Brax even had my back when I suggested we stretch out the deadline to meet supply chain issues.
I unlocked my phone, my black fingernails shining in the bright sunlight.
Smiling at the memory of digging my fingernails into Brax’s back when I gave him a goodbye hug, I considered texting him. I figured I’d needed to let him know I was pissed he hadn’t told me that he was Omega’s builder. I hoped my nails had left little half-moon shapes on his skin. The same way his stare had left invisible burn marks all over mine.
His eyes had swept over my body multiple times while I was presenting. I’d noticed it all, from the way his throat moved when he stole a glance at my bare legs, to how his eyes flickered with pure heat when I caught his stare.
A voice sliced through the air. “Hey!”
Brax hurried down the stairs towards me. Slightly out of breath, he caught up to me. I met him with a death stare.
“What are you up to now?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Excuse me? Don’t you have some explaining to do?”
“About what?”
“You blindsided me in there!”
There was that butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-his-mouth grin again. But I would.I wanted to melt all over his mouth…
I must have had an undiagnosed disorder because I couldn’t focus on anything when he was around. I was annoyed, yet turned on at the same time, which was a very confusing frame of mind to be in.
“I’m sorry.”
“And?!”
“And?” My tone shifted to anger. I needed more than a simple apology. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
