Page 38 of Wild Thing
At my meeting.
With my client.
Blinking a few times just to ensure I wasn’t seeing things, my eyes followed him around the room as he greeted the people he clearly already knew well, becausehe fucking worked with them.
Holy hell.
Brax was the builder for Studio Pase. Which meant he was technically my client.
Why hadn’t he told me he was contracted to Omega?
Brax extended a hand towards Steven who looked confused as he attempted to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
“You look familiar. Have we met?” Steven asked, his eyebrows knitted together. As if he didn't remember. Brax is the sort of person you don't forget meeting, even if you're a man.
“Yeah. Lobby bar at The Dalton. Murder for hire, remember? I’m an old friend of Dylan’s.” Brax replied, looking over to acknowledge me with a disgustingly sweet smile.
I was rooted to the floor, my mouth open, staring. I didn’t know if I was going to throw up or pass out.
Possibly both, in that order.
I also didn’t know if I want to kill him or fuck him, because if I had thought he looked hot last night, thenthiswas a whole new level of sexy.
Black tailored pants, white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up mid-forearm, showing off his tattoos, his thick dark hair styled neatly. He gave off rich mafia vibes, but without the murderous energy.
Finally, I finished inputting in the wifi code correctly and took my seat directly opposite Brax.
“Dylan, how are you?” he asked me professionally, ocean eyes cool as a cucumber.
Meanwhile, I was sweating, like I was standing on the surface of the sun.
It took me a few seconds to register that I could indeed speak English and that now would be a good time to do so. “Great, thanks Brax.”
I felt embarrassed at the tone of my voice. It was five octaves higher than usual as I tried to control my shock and surprise at Brax's presence.
I wondered if anyone could pick up on the sexual tension between the two of us. It was sparking to life, sizzling, just underneath the surface.
There was a beat as Greg glanced between Brax and me. If he noticed the connection between us, he didn’t let on. Thank god. If I hadn’t been concerned about overstepping boundaries before, then I sure as shit was now. How long would we be able to withstand temptation if we were working together?
I was so fucked.
“Now that we’re all here, Dylan and Steven, I’d like to introduce you to my team who will be working alongside youon the Studio Pase build,” Greg said by way of kicking off the meeting. “Brax, glad you’re already acquainted with Dylan as you’re going to be working very closely with her on this project.”
Brax had the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
I wanted to kick in his stunningly white teeth.
Why hadn’t he given me the heads up?
Brax leaned back in his chair and braced his arms on the armrests. Casual, cool, like all of this was totally normal.
“Pleasure’s all mine.”
Yep, I was going to kill him.
“Great," Greg smiled. "Dylan, would you show us the renders please?”
Brax and I locked eyes and I gave him a tight smile.
