Page 101 of Wild Thing
“As a good friend should,” Brax said. Reaching underneath the table, he lightly tickled my leg. That small act of intimacy caused me to melt. Again. At this point I was a pile of melted bones. “I want to finish what we started earlier…” Brax said sexily.
I removed my sunglasses and smiled.
"Me too,” I said, taking a sip of my cocktail. “By the way, what was the unspoken beat down you and Steven were giving each other?”
Brax’s eyes flickered at the mention of Steven’s name. “He was a real shithead when he confronted me about you yesterday. He knows how I feel about him.”
“But what exactly did he say to you?”
“Some really disrespectful shit. I let him know who he was fucking with. That’s why I came to see you last night. What he said rattled me.”
“About my job?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think he has said something to Greg?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
I felt it was best to be honest about the conversation I'd had with Greg. After all, Brax was honest with me about Steven. If we stood a chance, we couldn't keep secrets from one another.
“This morning, when I first arrived on site, Greg said a few things to me."
"Like what?"
"He reminded me that you were in a relationship.”
Brax’s body language shifted at the mention of his girlfriend. He clicked his jaw and the color drained from his face. He looked like he was going to blow a fucking gasket. He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms.
“What else did he say?”
“That’s pretty much it," I licked the salt from the rim of my glass. "Well, that and how he didn’t want you ruining your life for someone like me, who was just a bit of fun.”
Even saying those words stung. I wanted the most important man in Brax’s life to like me, not hate me.
But what did I expect? I was the other woman.
I was concerned at how much Brax's entire mood changed. There was distance in his eyes I'd not seen before.
“Brax? What’s wrong?”
Without warning, he stood up and put the chair back on the other table. "Sorry Dyl. I've got to go. I’ll speak to you later.”
I didn't even get a chance to react, before he gave me a quick kiss on the head and walked away, disappearing into the peak hour crowd.
What the fuck just happened?
Taylor arrived back at the table before I could try and process the strangeness of what just went down.
“Where’s Brax?”
“Apparently he couldn’t stay.”
Taylor raised her eyebrows. “Oh? Was it something I said?”
“No. It was something I said.”
I downed my entire margarita.
