Page 97 of Wild Thing
Smoothing my hair back, the door opened.
Steven walked in.
The fuck?!
“Imagine finding you two here.”
“Steven, hi,” I was trying to sound casual, but I was panicked. Less than two minutes prior, I was having an orgasm. Now I was freaking the fuck out. “What are you doing here?”
“I knew you were due on site this morning, and I thought you might need a hand with the measurements,” Steven said, looking around the room. He nodded towards Brax. “But I see you’ve already got one.”
If only he knew how much of a hand I’d truly gotten.
“I’m good,” I replied quickly. “We’re finished actually.”
The room went silent, but I noticed an aggressive tension bubbling away between Brax and Steven. My eyes darted between the two of them. They were looking at each other with pure hatred.
Had I missed something? Brax said Steven threatened my job, but this felt volatile. Had something else happened that I didn’t know?
“Okay, well,” I grabbed my remaining things, signaling that I was done and ready to get the hell out of there. “I’m out. Brax?”
“Yeah, we’re done.”
“Areyou done though?” Steven snapped at Brax.
The air felt thick and dangerous.
Brax cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. If looks could kill, Steven would be six feet under. I'd seen Brax lose control and fuck guys up when we were younger. He didn't take to threats lightly.
“Steven, what the hell?” I hissed at him. “What’s with the macho bullshit?”
He continued to hold Brax’s gaze for a moment, before turning his beady eyes to me. “Nothing. Dylan, you should come with me. We’re due at conference soon.”
Was this prick serious? After he acted a fool in the hotel foyer to this weird display of… whatever the fuck this was, he now expected me to ride with him?
There was no way.
I was leaving with Brax.
“You go Dyl," Brax said. "I’ve got to go see Greg anyway.”
Okay, or not.
I was manically trying to work out what Steven knew, if anything, when my stomach dropped as I remembered I'd caught Steven watching us in the pool.
He knows about us.
Even though he was several floors up, there was no denying that Brax and I were all over each other.
Maybe it was Steven who said something to Greg?That would explain Greg's sudden concern.
I needed to play it cool. I had to try to act normal.
Like I wasn't someone having an affair.
“Okay," I tossed Brax the keys from my handbag. "Can you give these to Greg, please?”
“Sure,” Brax shoved the keys in his pocket. “I’ll get those additional measurements over to you later this afternoon.”
