Page 40 of Wild Thing
“I wasn’t sure you’d still have dinner with me if I told you I was Omega’s builder.”
Of course I would have. But I wasn’t telling him that. “When did you figure it out?”
“That first afternoon,” Brax reached over and patted me on the shoulder. “You name dropped Omega.”
I rolled my eyes, cursing myself for my oversharing. “Shit.”
For someone who hated oversharing, I seemed to do it a lot.
“You killed it today though.”
“I know I did,” I said, crossing my arms. “You still should have told me. Being blindsided sucks.”
“I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you.”
I looked up at him, my sunglasses slipping to the tip of my nose.
“Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?”
He bit his bottom lip.
“I’ve got some ideas.”
Fuck, I was losing my mind.
I cleared my throat and pushed my sunglasses back onto the bridge of my nose.
“So, I’ll ask again," Brax shoved his hands in his pockets, turning his head towards Steven, who was yelling into the phone in frustration. "What are you up to now?”
“I'm heading back to the hotel to do some work, before heading into the conference this afternoon.”
“How about you scope out some materials for Studio Pase with me? Shouldn’t the interior designer and the builder start off on the right foot?”
This sounded like an excuse to hang out, disguised as work and I wasn’t mad about it. In fact, I was rather excited by the prospect of spending some more time with Brax.
That didn’t mean I didn’t want to see him squirm, maybe even beg, just a little more though.
“I already know what materials and finishes are best suited for this project,” I replied sassily. “Besides, you’re on my shit list.”
He braced both his hands on my shoulders. He gave me his signature apologetic, puppy-eyed look. The same one he used to give me when I'd have to pick him up from the sports bar at midnight. “I’m sorry times a million.”
I glanced over at Steven, who was still on the phone, but looking over towards us, curious about what Brax and I were discussing.
“C’mon. You can’t come all this way and not check out some of the stores here. You, of all people, should know how different materials and finishes are in person compared to online. I’ll have you back at the conference for the afternoon.”
I shifted on my feet, making him sweat a few moments longer. “I guess I could come for a little while.”
A wide smile appeared across his handsome face. “I’ve got a work car around the back. I’ll drive us. Stay here, I’ll bring it around.”
I shrugged my shoulders and nodded in agreement, because I wastotally fucking chilland definitely not freaking out.
Brax dashed up the stairs, two at a time. His back view was just as good as the front.
I texted Steven and waited until Brax pulled up before hitting send, smiling at the thought of inconveniencing Steven.
Something's come up. Get your own car.
Climbing into the passenger’s seat of an Omega branded red Ford Ranger, I gave Steven a wave and yelled out the window, “Check your texts!”
