Page 72 of Wild Thing
Because of me.
I couldn’t let that happen. I’d never forgive myself.
This was what was at stake though. It was bigger than us. It was our careers, our livelihoods…fuck.
“Appreciate your concern, but you don’t need to do that. We’re just friends.”
I needed to change the subject before Greg could sense the lies spewing from my mouth.
A cocky, booming voice sliced through the air. “Morning gents!”
I never thought I’d be stoked to hear Steven’s voice, but at this moment, I was. Steven strode up towards Greg and I.
He even walks like a douchebag.
“How are we this morning?” Steven extended his hand, which Greg shook.
I kept my hands in my pockets, refusing. I wasn’t shaking this prick’s hand. “How areyouthis morning?”
Smirking, Steven replied, “Good as gold.”
He looked at the building behind me which was set to be transformed into one of the country's most luxurious bridal stores. “Thanks for meeting me here this morning.”
Greg signaled for us to follow him, unlocking the door and letting the three of us inside. “I can’t stay, so Brax will until you get what you need.”
Annoyed that I even had to be here, I attempted to squash my personal feelings towards Steven. I needed to work with this asshole for the duration of the project, which was going to take months. I had to remain professional and not let him affect me.
Entering the giant warehouse, it was dusty as hell with loose floorboards and discarded pieces of wood stacked on top of one another. The morning sunlight streamed through the giant glass windows, and even though dust particles floated in the air, the space was breathtaking.
Steven let out a whistle. “She’s a beauty.”
Greg walked Steven around the site, pointing out key areas, before they made their way up to the mezzanine.
I stayed on the ground floor and checked my phone. I considered sending a text to Dylan to see how she was feeling. I wondered if she had any regrets about being so brash in public at the concert.
I didn't, but still, we should have been more careful.
I thought about last night. Boundaries were outright obliterated.
My mind instantly began to replay the vision. She was the sexiest woman on the planet. Her body was insane, she was flawless. If her striptease was any indication of what having sex with her was going to be like… she might just kill me.
The blood started to rush to my dick.
Stop.
“Brax,” Greg shuffled down the stairs and tossed me the keys. “Think about what I said. Talk later.”
I waved goodbye and loitered near the door, willing Steven to hurry up and take the imagery he needed already.
“Great space!” Steven called out from the mezzanine.
I nodded in response, still pissed off about the night before. I wondered if he would broach the subject.
“So,” Steven said, as he slowly descended the stairs. “How wasyournight?”
I narrowed my eyes, my silence a response in its own right.
“What? I thought you went out?”
