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“Sounds great,” I said, still flushed from my climax. “Let’s go then, Steven.”
I led the way downstairs, with Steven hot on my heels, and Brax choosing not to follow.
Twenty-Seven
DYLAN
Goddamn, this session was boring.
Two hours in and my eyes felt like they were bleeding. I blinked a few times, willing my eyes to stop stinging.
I needed a coffee or a Redbull or something.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened on the worksite earlier. I felt overwhelmed. From Greg’s harsh words, to Steven showing up unannounced, I knew Brax and I were dangerously close to getting caught.
But that moment on site though… Oh, god. It was so hot. Unprofessional? Yes. Worth it? Fuck yes.
Whatever this was between us, it was overpowering all common sense and blurring the lines between right and wrong. The connection we had was too strong, too powerful for us to control.
I was utterly consumed by the feeling of being with Brax.
He said something about us thriving in the chaos and he was right. It felt like it was us against the world, the consequences just obstacles that we would move through, as long as we were together.
But when we were apart, that sinking feeling in my stomach returned, snaking its way through my veins reminding me what I was doing was very wrong.
And that I probably wasn’t a very good person.
Propping my head up on my hand, my thoughts returned back to the icy conversation between Steven and Brax.
Clearly I didn’t know the full story.
Why would Brax keep something from me though? He wouldn't, would he?
I made a mental note to ask Brax about what exactly happened between them. I half expected Steven to tell me in the car on the way to the convention center. But he didn’t say much. He just sort of sulked. Which was unusual for him.
Maybe Brax was right. Maybe Steven did have an unhealthy obsession with me.
Squirming at the thought, my phone buzzed.
It was Taylor.
Let’s blow this session off. Margarita?
I smiled.
A margarita sounded like a much better option than a coffee or Redbull.
Meet me in the foyer in five.
***
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Taylor asked, deadpan.
I hadn’t spoken to her in a while, so I was catching her up on my clusterfuck of a life. I held up three fingers.
“Three times?!”
“Actually, three and a half if you count the steamy session on the work site today.”
