Page 99 of Wild Thing
Taylor’s jaw hit the floor. “Onthe worksite? You’re fucking crazy. I’m going to need another margarita.”
Taylor and I sat in the late afternoon sunshine at the trendy inner city wine bar, FiftyFive. It was a good decision to blow off the afternoon conference session in favor of a couple of cocktails. I needed to decompress and I needed company. Being alone with my thoughts was too confronting.
Taylor signaled an approaching waiter and promptly ordered us another two margaritas.
“So, you and Brax are getting serious then?”
“Yeah. We are."
Was this lust? Infatuation? Am I lost in a haze of passion? Or was this what I always thought it was? Blinding, all consuming love?
“How do you feel about it all?”
Even though I had feelings of guilt simmering away, I was feeling happiness too.
“Honestly? I know this sounds really bad, but I feel so fuckingalive. And happy," I replied. “But, I think we might be starting to be noticeable, which concerns me a little bit.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well,” I replied, fiddling with my earring. “Steven, the weirdo, showed up unannounced at the site today. Right as we were about to… you know.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” I giggled. “The thing is, there was no reason for him to be there, and also, he was totally spying on us when we were in the pool the other day. Like a fucking peeping Tom.”
“Steven?” Taylor screwed up her face in disgust. “The guy that harassed you to date him? Before you met Zack?”
“Yeah, him.”
“Ew. What a creep. Maybe he’s trying to catch you out and use it to his advantage somehow. You need to be careful Dylan. You don’t want rumors flying that can damage your career.”
“I know. That’s why I’m a bit worried. And I think he's mentioned something to Greg, my client from Omega.”
Taylor furrowed her brow. “What did he say? What’s it to him?”
“He said he was worried that Brax and I were getting too close,” I took a sip of my margarita. “Reminded me that Brax has a girlfriend and that he didn’t want Brax ruining his life for a bit offun.”
“Oh. Asshole.”
“Yeah. Like I needed a reminder that I’m a fucking homewrecker and a cheater.”
I hated saying those words out loud. I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I’d always thought those who engaged in affairs were nasty people, hellbent on hurting others.
But it’s always more complicated than that.
“Here’s a hypothetical question for you: assuming you two will be together eventually, who is moving where? Are you leaving your job to move to Grey’s? Or is he packing up his life and business and moving for you?”
“That’s a shitty hypothetical Taylor, I can’t answer that.”
“Well, would you move for him?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Would I move back home to Grey’s Forest where it all began?
The truthful answer was I really didn't know. There was nothing in Grey’s for me job-wise.Unless I started my own consultancy…
It was possible, but a deep part of me wanted Brax to chase me. To follow me. To do whatever it took to be with me.
