Page 48 of Wild Thing
God, the sight of him made me weak.
Why did he always look so fuckable?
I clenched my thighs together. “Same.”
His voice dropped low. “I normally hate this wining and dining bullshit,” he squeezed my leg under the table briefly. “I only came because I knew you’d be coming.”
“I haven’t.”
Making sex jokes out loud was a new low, even for me.
Brax grinned at me like the sinner that he was. “Not yet.”
The waiter arrived with a bottle of wine and leaned in between Brax and I, tearing the sexual tension between us in half.
I stared at the liquid pouring from the bottle into my glass and wondered how loose-lipped I would get with all of this premium alcohol.
“Greg, we’re so pleased you love the vision for Studio Pase," Marie started.
“We were blown away by the interior design, credit to Dylan for that," Greg offered. "Not many interior designers impress me with their first round of renders. Dylan’s the exception.”
Marie raised her glass. “Well, cheers to a successful project.”
“One that’s completed on time,” Greg said quickly.
“And on budget!” Michael chimed in.
It wasn’t exactly funny, but I smiled to be polite. I hated these type of schmoozing events. It was all fake, driven by money and the need to prove to the company you're their little bitch who'll do anything for the client relationship.
Brax leaned into me and whispered, “Typical Chief Financial Officer. Number crunching, motherfucker.”
I stifled my laugh. He hated these kinds of people just as much as I did.
***
Mains had been cleared away and the dessert wine was served. Time flew as quickly as the drinks were being poured.
I had no idea how many glasses of wine I’d had. The waiter kept my glass full making it impossible to know. I needed to slow down, I felt drunk.
I turned to Brax. “Do I look drunk?”
He studied my face. “Trashed."
I playfully poked his leg under the table.
"Actually, you look…” His voice trailed off as he hesitated.
I raised my eyebrows. “Uh, hello? Are you going to finish that sentence or am I expected to read your mind?”
The playfulness slid from his face, replaced by a hardened stare. “You look beautiful.”
I dropped my eyes into my lap and shifted the bracelet on my wrist. I couldn't risk saying anything back in case someone picked up on whatever was stirring between Brax and I.
Was Steven listening? Not that it mattered, but I’d rather not be the subject of workplace rumors.
I turned my attention to Greg, who was talking to Marie about Brax.
“Brax has been directly involved in Omega’s last five major developments. There is no one I trust more, especially with luxury builds,” Greg said, proudly. “I just need to convince him to move to the city. Flying him in and out is costing me a fortune!”
