Page 93 of Wild Thing
What was he suggesting? That if Brax chooses me, he’ll ruin his life? What the actual fuck?
I had been on such a high, delirious from all the sex the night before, and now I'd felt on the verge of tears.
Was it silly to expect that Brax and I could make something work if it was built on secrets?
Maybe.
Maybe we were deluded. Maybe we were so addicted to the high that we gave each other that we couldn’t see this for what it was: just a bit of fun.
Or maybe we weren’t delusional at all.
Maybe we were supposed to find each other again. Maybe we were endgame.
Walking over towards the stairs, I felt offended and pissed off. I struggled to mentally process what had just happened.
I climbed the stairs carefully in my heels and decided to push that conversation with Greg out of my mind. I needed to focus on the task at hand.
I opened the door into the small office that was to the left of the stairs.
With my back to the door, I placed my bag down onto the only table in the room, which sat along the far wall. I pulled out the camera and measuring tape from my handbag.
I was so focussed that I didn’t hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. I wasn’t sure how long he watched me for, but he was as silent as a mouse.
Turning around, the sight of Brax leaning against the doorframe nearly gave me a heart attack.
“Jesus, Brax!” I exclaimed, bracing myself against the table to steady my breathing.
He stood there looking unfairly good looking, with his large arms folded and his huge frame against the doorway.
Wearing a white shirt, black shorts, and that fucking backwards cap, my heart pounded in my chest. From both the surprise and the sight of him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you," he laughed. "I didn’t want to interrupt you, you look so cute when you’re focused.
“What are you doing here? Did you see Greg?”
“I thought you might need some help with the measurements, and no, I didn’t see Greg.”
I breathed a sigh of relief that Brax didn’t see Greg. That would have given him even more cause for concern if he spotted Brax onsite when he wasn’t needed.
Heart pounding, I considered telling Brax about Greg, but decided to wait until I had a handle on my emotions. I was too offended and pissed off to be rational. I didn't want to say something awful about to Greg to Brax.
Brax unfolded his arms and walked over to me. I wasn't sure if was going to sweep me into his arms or kiss me.
But he did neither. Instead, he sidestepped me and put his hand out requesting the measurement tape.
“Here,” I replied, tossing him the measuring tape. “I don’t want to be here for too long, so don’t distract me with your good looks and muscles.”
“Well, don’t distract me with your ‘fuck me’ eyes,” he quipped.
I smiled at him.
How could something so wrong, feel so right?
I wondered if Brax felt bad about crossing the final line. If he did, he hid the stress well.
“Remind me of the plan for this space again?”
“We’re knocking down these walls,” I indicated to the ones enclosing the office we were standing in. I pointed to the far wall. “But that wall is staying. So, I need to measure that one, plus the ones that are being removed. And also make some estimates of where the platforms will go.”
