Page 11 of Wild Thing
Fuck.
We locked eyes. It was dark, but it felt darker. Everything in the bar went blurry. Except for him. My senses faded, the music dulled to a muffled noise and my heart was all of a sudden the loudest beat in the room.
A slow, shit-eating grin appeared on his devilish face as he drank me in with those stormy sea eyes.Those eyes.I could never forget those eyes. Or that smile. Or that face. And that body…
The beginning of my undoing began right then. With that stare.
That grin.
That moment.
“Dylan?” A voice from behind snapped me from my trance. I turned around to see Ryan, an architect who used to work at Gellar and Summers. I guessed he was in the city for the conference too. I took a massive swig of vino, and silently prayed he would fuck all the way off.
Especially now. Especially ashejust walked in.
“Hey,” I said, with a taut smile. I'd never understood people who assumed because you shared an employer, that automatically meant you should socialize together.
He gestured at the vacant stool next to me. “Is this seat taken?”
Without waiting for an answer, he parked himself on it, blocking my view from the all important Viking Lord that just walked into the bar. “Thought you might like some company.”
“No thanks, I’m good,” I replied curtly. Like this bozo could ever guess what I was into. “I’m actually meeting someone.”
Get the hint, Ryan, please.
He ignored me and waved his hand at the bartender. “Can I get a drink?”
I glanced towards the entrance.
He was gone.
My heart sank. I couldn’t help but feel bitterly disappointed. My eyes scanned around the bar, but I couldn't see him anywhere.
It was definitely him, right? Braxton.
The one that shattered my heart all those years ago. The one who made me the cold hearted bitch I was today.
Ryan interrupted my thoughts again, asking me about my schedule over the next week, or some boring shit like that.
“I’m not sure, I’d need to check my diary.”
“It'd be good to be in some sessions together,” he replied. It was a pathetic attempt at flirting. I shrugged his suggestion off and scanned the bar one more time.
Maybe Brax had bailed because he thought I was here with Ryan?
Just as I had begun to think I may have hallucinated, I felt him. Like how animals can sense the energy change in the room. That was how it had always been with us. We were tuned into each other's frequencies somehow.
The hairs on my neck stood up and directly behind me in my right ear, a sexy, deep voice that I once knew so well growled, “Hey, Wild Thing.”
Like a chemical reaction, my response was physical and instant. My skin shimmered awake and my heart began to thunder dangerously.
Spinning around, I took in the sight of him.
Brax stood before me, soaking wet, with a huge, bright smile plastered across his devastatingly handsome face.
He had always been fit, but this was another level.
Viking Lord indeed.
