Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗
- Author: G. Hauser
Book online «Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗». Author G. Hauser
nice smile. “What can I do for you, sir?” Braxton interlaced his
fingers on his lap and rocked in his leather chair gently.
Everything.
Fabian wanted to dig his hands through that dark mop of hair
and lick Braxton’s lips with the tip of his tongue, and that was
just for starters. “I got a call I wanted to discuss with you.”
Braxton gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
Fabian unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down. The phone
rang and Braxton called out to Brianna, “Can you hold the calls
for five!”
“I can!” she answered and she shut Braxton’s office door,
giving him privacy he had not requested.
Fabian stared at Braxton for a moment, lost on the craving to
do something insane with him and holding back with everything
he had.
Braxton stared back, waiting for what Fabian had to say.
“Uh,” Fabian kick-started his brain trying to remember why
he had come in, since Braxton’s good looks had made him lose
his thought. “I got a call from Drew Persely.”
Instantly Braxton’s expression contorted in disgust.
“Yeah. I know.” Fabian could read his mind without Braxton
speaking a word. “First of all, he didn’t want to deal with me,
though I tried to deflect it off of you.”
Braxton’s expression did not change as he listened.
Fabian continued, “He said he wants to hire you to see if you
can get his new top male model to do interviews. I think it’s a
pretext, but who knows? I looked on the net to see if Richfield
did any PR, and let me tell you, Braxton, that man does not do
interviews in any media.”
“I know.”
“But…” Fabian shrugged. “If you get hired by Drew’s luxury
car company, and you do manage to get some exposure for them,
it could be a big account.”
“No.”
Fabian took his turn to wait to see what Braxton had to say in
way of explanation.
Braxton leaned his elbows on the desk and spoke softly.
“Sometimes it’s not about money. It’s about self-respect. And
although there would be nothing better than to get that model
onto a talk show, I want nothing to do with that disgusting pig.”
Fabian nodded, respecting Braxton’s choice completely.
“You wanna know my guess?”
“Yeah. I already do. Pretext. Not only that, he’d probably
push that model into something he does not want to do, and
blame us for the money he was spending to do it.”
“Bingo.” Fabian pointed his finger at Braxton. “You got it.”
“You want me to call him and tell him to fuck off?”
“I can do it. I don’t even want you to have to fend off that
dick.” Fabian made a move to leave, to do just that.
“Hang on.”
He settled in the chair again and met with Braxton’s hazel
eyes, loving how they appeared both gold and green.
Braxton relaxed in his chair again. “You’ve been here three
days. Are you happy with us?”
“Delirious.” He smiled, joking. When Braxton didn’t look
pleased, Fabian added, “Yes. You pay me well, you appreciate
me, and I like the work. I have no complaints.”
“If you did, would you come to me and tell me? Or do I
intimidate you?”
You intimidate the shit out of me, was what Fabian wanted to say. He didn’t know how to answer.
Braxton appeared to already know by Fabian’s hesitation. He
rubbed his eyes and looked so tired it broke Fabian’s heart.
“Would you tell me if I wasn’t working up to speed?” Fabian
asked.
“Yes. In a heartbeat.” Braxton’s stern expression had a hint of
sadness that Fabian had never noticed before.
“Is it hard as hell being you?”
The comment disarmed Braxton and he at first appeared
insulted then upset. “Am I a prick? Am I?”
“I told you once before. Not to me.” Fabian leaned close to
Braxton, his elbows on the desk so they were nearly face to face.
“I’m not a slut.” Braxton’s eyes appeared glossy.
“I never called you one.”
“Dack did last night.”
“You’re going to let what an egotistical jerk said make a
difference to you?”
Braxton’s face grew grim. “Not just him. I know what the
tabloids say about me.”
Fabian did as well. The pity he had for Braxton was intense.
“Who are you then, Mr Todd?”
“I don’t know anymore.” Braxton sat back, making more
space between them. “I don’t know.” He stared at his computer
screen and the look of loneliness crushed Fabian.
It seemed the meeting had ended, and Fabian didn’t know
what to say not to cross the line between boss and employee. He
stood slowly, and walked to the door, looking back. Braxton did
not meet his eyes, still staring at the computer.
Fabian left the room and closed the door behind him.
“Everything okay?” Brianna asked.
“Yes.” He returned to his office to call Drew and refuse his
offer.
~
Braxton tried to put the conversation behind him and focus on
his work. He did well plowing through the emails, text messages
and calls, but two things haunted him—Drew becoming an
enamored stalker, and craving Fabian on an intimate level.
Though the two topics were polar opposites in emotion, both
gave him anxiety.
Hours later, Braxton’s salad eaten at his desk, Brianna
interrupted him to say, “Sophia’s on the phone to remind you
about your dinner again.”
“Shit.” Braxton checked the time. Once more it was nearing
five-thirty and he had to go. In frustration he shut down his
computer and stood up, pushing his chair under the desk in
anger.
“I’ll tell her you’re on your way.” Brianna left him.
Braxton ran his hands over his hair and moaned, his neck and
back killing him. He met Fabian, who was also leaving, and the
three of them stood together near the lobby while Brianna
assured Sophia he was on his way.
Fabian gave him a sad smile. “Last one. Hang in there.”
“Another man?” Brianna asked, picking up her purse.
“No. A young woman who got me as a gift from her parents.”
“Uh oh,” Brianna laughed, “I can already hear the wedding
bells.”
Fabian met his gaze at the comment.
Braxton asked him, “You ever think about getting married?”
“To the right man.”
“Oh, yes.” Brianna chuckled and gave Braxton a wicked grin.
“Love it. How about you, Braxton? Ever thought of settling
down?”
“Constantly.” He peeked at Fabian who appeared surprised.
The three left the office and stood at the elevator.
“I can’t imagine anyone good enough for you, Braxton,”
Brianna teased, elbowing him.
“Be quiet.” Braxton could see Fabian’s curious expression, as
if he knew
Comments (0)