Page 33 of Wild Thing
Waiting for the hotel elevators in silence, there was a tension in the air so thick you could slice straight through it with a blade.
A wave of sadness washed over me. This couldn’t go anywhere… could it? Deep down, the thought tugged on me. Engaging in something forbidden sounded sexy.
Exciting.
Very fucking tempting.
We could have one more hot night together, in secret, no one had to know.
But it was wrong.
The elevator arrow lit up. The doors opened, and we stepped inside silently. I leaned against the back of the elevator, while Brax hovered near the touchpad. He swiped his roomkey and pressed level fourteen, then level twenty-two.
I couldn’t help but feel rejected. I had hoped he would only press his floor.
And then what, Dylan? What would you have done?
I wouldn’t have put up much of a fight, if any at all. Did that make me weak? That all it would take would be one touch, one kiss… and I’d be his.
“Dylan? Your stop.”
Every part of me screamed for Brax to grab me, kiss me, carry me to his room and fuck me until sunrise.
I decided to keep my horny thoughts to myself.
“Thanks for dinner Brax,” I told him as I stepped out into the hallway, still a bit tipsy from the wine. “Goodnight.”
Turning on my heel, I began to walk towards my room. I figured I’d leave quickly rather than drag out a long, sad goodbye.
“Hey!” Brax called out loudly.
I spun around. He held the elevator doors open with one hand. “It was good to see you, Wild Thing.”
I smiled sincerely, genuinely feeling the same.
“You too, Brax.”
Something unspoken hung in the air, like we were waiting for one of us to make the first move.
But neither of us did.
Instead, we held each other’s gaze as the elevator doors closed.
Eight
BRAX
Fuck.
She has a fucking boyfriend.
Opening the door to my suite, I peeled off my hoodie and shirt, tossed them onto the floor and kicked off my shoes, before throwing myself onto the lounge.
Trying to wrap my head around what I felt, I massaged my temples.
Dylan.
I couldn’t believe she washere.
