Page 55 of Wild Thing
“I’m just the builder, it doesn’t matter what I think.”
“You’re not just the builder to me,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “C'mon, I want to know.”
“About Studio Pase? Blown away. You’re really talented, Dylan. Greg isn’t easy, his briefs can be difficult to bring to life, but you managed to not only nail it, but give him something he didn’t even know he needed in terms of the flow of the structural components.”
Her eyes were pinned on me, a look of appreciation etched on her face. Like she’d never been praised for her ideas or effort before.
Did Zack ever tell her he was proud of her? Did he know how lucky he was to have her?
“And personally? I know how hard you’ve studied and how much of yourself you’ve given to your career, so to see you achieving what you've worked so hard for is…” I paused, searching for the right words.
“What?”
“It's cool."
She gave me a look that could melt the polar icecaps. It was the look she gave when something wasn't good enough. "Cool?"
I grinned. I loved to give her hell.
"Yeah, it's fucking cool."
Dylan scoffed and took an usually large sip of her vodka.
"Okay," I spun on my stool and faced her. "I'll stop playing."
She mimicked my move, turning to face me.
"I’m proud of you. You fucking know I am. ”
Her eyes danced like how trees might blow in a breeze. She laid her hand on my thigh and her touch instantly burned a hole in my jeans.
“I do,” she grinned. “I just wanted to make you say it.”
I tried not to think about her hand placement and how much I wanted to reach over, grab her by jaw and kiss her.
“He doesn’t tell you, does he?”
Hurt flickered across her beautiful eyes. “No, he doesn’t.”
What a cunt.
“If you were my girl, I’d tell you every fucking day how incredible you are.”
She took a deep breath, and gently dragged her black painted nails over my cheek. “I know you would."
Goosebumps covered my body. I marveled at how I reacted to the simplest of her touches.
Fuck, she was strikingly gorgeous.
With her hair up, her facial features were arresting. Her caramel eyes were framed with thick arched eyebrows and long eyelashes that curled at the end. She was blessed with high set cheekbones, a sweet button nose and full lips.
She was a natural beauty. Which was rare these days.
My eyes were drawn to her cherry red lips. I bet she tasted like chocolate covered strawberries.
The urge to kiss her was overwhelming.
The urge to see those red lips wrapped around my cock, even stronger.
