Page 50 of Wild Thing
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that perhaps there was more to us than meets the eye. Especially if anyone could read body language.
I stole a quick look at Steven. His eyes darted between Brax and I. Despite him being an absolute dickhead, he was smart. And I could see him piecing together the truth.
“It's a small town, did you two know each other?” Laura asked.
Before I could respond, Brax piped in. “Yes, we did.”
“Oh how lovely, and now you get to work together,” Laura said, pouring another glass of wine, oblivious to the deeper connection between us. “It’s all about who you know isn’t it?”
***
Soaking in the bath, I unlocked my phone to text Taylor.
Dinner went well. Remained professional.
Taylor replied instantly.
Boring. I stayed up til midnight for no reason.
Taylor’s response made me smile.
It was an anti-climax considering Brax and I nearly kissed earlier in the day. But there was no opportunity to pick up where we left off. Not at a work dinner with so many prying eyes and keen ears.
I placed my phone on the side table next to the bath. I was thinking about calling it a night when another text arrived. My stomach fluttered when I saw it was from Brax.
You said something tonight at dinner.
I knew this was coming.
I might torture him a little bit.
I said many things.
The three dots appeared instantly.
You arrived in London heartbroken and miserable? You didn’t tell me that the other night.
I'm tipsy and it's old news.
You left the "love of your life" behind?
Sighing, I sank beneath the water.
I thought of drowning myself there and then.
Why was alcohol such an effective truth serum?I should give it up.
Dylan?
I furiously typed out my response. Then deleted it.
I didn’t know what to say. He had a girlfriend for fucks sake.
I shouldn’t have said it.
I shouldn't have let you go.
A lump formed in my throat as I stared at his reply. Three dots appeared again.
