Page 20 of Wild Thing
She had worn a gray transparent tee with a black bralette underneath, a black leather jacket and boyfriend jeans. She had an edgy style and was beautiful in a rock and roll way.
We decided the weather was too ferocious to head out in, so planned to eat at one of the hotel restaurants. While I refreshed my hair and make-up for the second time that day, Taylor filled me in on the happenings at Newmans, the company she was an interior designer for. Much like me, she was proving herself one project at a time.
Riding the elevator ride down to the lobby, Taylor side-eyed me suspiciously. I knew this look well. It was the look she gives when she knows information is being withheld from her.
“What?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Have you got something to tell me?”
A playful smirk crossed my face. “Wait until I tell you who I ran into earlier.”
Puzzled, Taylor scrunched up her nose. “Who?”
“Nope. You’ll need to be sitting down for this.”
***
Taylor and I were seated in the lounge area of the hotel bar. Upon arriving, I'd scanned the room to see if Brax had come back down, but he hadn't.
I swore his scent lingered, though. The memory of it did something to my insides.
Taylor ordered us tapas and a bottle of red to share. Her jaw hit the floor as I told her of the surprise encounter with Brax. Taylor had never met Brax but knew a lot about him. She was the one who put the pieces of my heart back together all those years ago, so she knew what a big deal running into him was.
“How’d he look?”
A slow smile crept across my face. “Like a god.”
“Need specifics.”
“He looks…” I searched for the right word. I didn't think such a word existed for how fucking hot he was. “Like he has been looking after himself.”
“Are you serious? What are you talking to your fucking mother? Give me something else.”
“Okay, okay," I laughed. I took a beat before responding. "He looks hot as hell. Sexy as fuck.”
Taylor threw her head back and snickered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s better!”
Both of us giggled as we sipped our wine.
Taylor's eyes shifted slightly as she swallowed. I knew what was coming. This was another look I knew all too well. It was the look she reserved for when she knew there was more to a story.
“Dylan. Spill.”
“What do you mean?” I replied, scooping burrata onto a slice of pita bread and popping it into my mouth.
“You and Brax haven’t seen each other in years. You’re both in the same city for work, staying at the same hotel. Sounds like the beginning of a rom-com. Or a porno.”
I rolled my eyes at Taylor’s comment, trying to play the whole situation down. Deep down though, I was feeling excited at the prospect of hanging out with Brax. And it did kinda sound like a porno.
I shook my head in disbelief at the serendipitous timing.
"He said he tried to find me online after we'd broken up. Obviously he never found me because I'd blocked him."
“Unblock him Dyl, Jesus, you’re going to have dinner with him tomorrow night. The polite thing to do is unblock his ass.”
She had made a good point.
I rummaged in my handbag for my phone and opened Instagram. I searched through my blocked list and saw his name. I unblocked him and then pressed “Follow.”
