Marry Me, G. Hauser [ereader for textbooks .txt] 📗

at seeing this

man’s attitude, he changed his mind. “Scotch, straight up.” He

sat across from Drew and opened the button of his suit jacket.

“Very good. Your waiter will be right with you.” The hostess

left.

Braxton met Drew’s gaze, tolerated his condescending pout.

“Hello.”

“For five grand I expected you’d be waiting for me.”

“I apologize. I tried, but work ran late.”

Braxton’s drink was brought over quickly along with

appetizers that were obviously ordered by Mr Persely prior to his

arrival.

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked.

“Yes,” Drew said curtly, and looked at the menu.

Oh fuck you. Braxton picked his up to check out quickly.

“The sirloin, rare, the baked potato…”

Braxton scanned the menu and when his turn came he asked,

“May I have the crab cakes, please? Mixed green salad, and

garlic vinaigrette.” Since I ain’t kissing anyone. He handed the waiter the menu and picked up his drink.

Once the waiter left, Drew began eating the bacon wrapped

scallop appetizer. Not offering one to Braxton, and Braxton was

beginning to think they wouldn’t even exchange conversation if

this prick kept up the attitude.

After a gulp of scotch Braxton tried to be civil, if for no other

reason, to pass the time. “So…”

Drew looked up, his cheeks full.

“You’re the top dog at the car company?”

“I am.” Drew used his napkin to wipe his mouth and hands.

“You decide on the Richfield campaign?”

“I did. Our sales skyrocketed after the new ads hit. We

wanted a younger demographic. We got it.”

“You got it all right. Your ad was the most controversial to

hit LA since Mark came on the scene for Dangereux.”

Drew smirked, as if he liked where the conversation was

headed. He sipped his martini, then refilled it from a chilled

canister on the table.

“Smart move. How did you acquire him?”

“Money.” Drew’s eyes gleamed and his jowls deepened.

“There is that. I bet he cost a bundle.”

“He did. But he’s worth every penny.”

“What’s he like?” Braxton leaned his elbow on the table.

“He’s fine until you want him act sexy. Then he cops an

attitude.” Drew rolled his eyes as if Mark not wanting to act

naughty were absurd.

“How’d you get his dick erect for the ad? I have to know.”

Braxton lowered his voice seductively. “My fantasy says you

used a fluffer.”

The scowl was gone and an amused expression appeared on

the older man’s face. “We got the job done. I’m not giving away

our secrets.”

“Damn. I heard he was big, but…” Braxton shook his head

and drank more booze. A foot contacted his under the table. He

imagined it was accidental so he moved his leg back to avoid it.

“Wait ‘til you see our summer ad campaign. We have him in

a thong straddling the hood ornament.”

“Damn!” Braxton cracked up. “No way that erect dick will

hide in one of those…hang on, isn’t he like forty?”

“Shh. He wants his publicity to read thirty.”

“Christ, I’d do him.” Braxton glanced around the area. It was

filled with well-dressed patrons.

“Don’t know anyone who wouldn’t.”

Braxton noticed the wedding ring on Drew’s finger. “Um.

Are you gay?”

“Me?” Drew shook his head and ate another scallop. “No.

Married. Kids, grandkids…”

That foot made its way to Braxton’s shoe again. This time he

peeked down under the table. The position had to be intentional.

Drew was literally reaching under cover to make contact.

“Always wondered what it would be like to have a man suck

my cock.”

Braxton coughed on his scotch and set the glass down as he

covered his mouth to choke in shock.

Drew didn’t even react, eating the rest of the scallops and

sipping his drink.

After wiping his mouth on his cloth napkin and controlling

his coughing fit, Braxton glanced around. The acoustics were so

bad, no one could overhear them. At least he hoped not.

“What’s it like?”

“Huh?” Braxton shot the rest of his scotch down his throat.

“Having a man suck your dick? You date both, right? Men

and women?”

“I…uh…” Braxton loosened his collar and tie. “I…well…”

“Men are better, right? I already assume that.”

“Uh…” Braxton felt his skin go hot and removed his suit

jacket to drape over the chair. A waiter came over, refilled

Drew’s water glass and asked Braxton, “Another round?”

He could get wasted, call Scott and leave his car. “No. I’m

okay.” He didn’t want to be drunk. Not with a man like Drew to

deal with.

After the waiter left, and Drew ordered another martini, he

asked Braxton, “You know of anyone who would?”

“Huh? Who would?”

“You know. Give me a blowjob.”

“Didn’t you say you were married? With grandkids?”

Drew shrugged. “My wife is nearly seventy. You think she’s

going to suck my dick like she did when we met forty years

ago?”

“I…uh…” Braxton wanted to die. “So, what new car line do

you have coming out? Any coupe models that are sporty enough

to rival my Porsche?”

“Come on, Braxton. You must know a young man who would

do it.”

Braxton met Drew’s eyes and shivered in disgust. “No. I

don’t.”

Drew leaned closer, over the condiments and asked softly,

“Will you?”

“Will I…?” Braxton stifled a wince.

“Suck me? You know. So I can see how a man does it.”

The waiter set down their salads and said, “Here you go,

gentlemen. I’ll be right back with your fresh martini, Mr

Persely.”

“Thank you.” Drew adjusted his plate as the waiter took the

empty appetizer one away.

Braxton stared at his salad and felt slightly nauseated. “Uh

no. I won’t.”

“Five grand? Are you kidding me?” Drew’s sneer returned.

“Look, I’m a dinner date, not a hooker.”

“That’s not what I heard, or was told.”

“Told? By whom?” Braxton didn’t even pick up his fork as

Drew dove into the tomato, basil and mozzarella appetizer in

front of him.

The silver haired older man met Braxton’s gaze and it was

more a glare than a stare.

Braxton said, “You believe that media shit? You think I’m

some two-bit whore who sucks and fucks everyone?” Braxton

began to fume. He was like that ten years ago, not anymore.

Drew shrugged indifferently. “You were up for auction. And

you were pricy. I assumed—”

“You assumed wrong!” Braxton threw his napkin on the

table.

“Hang on.” Drew held out his hand.

Braxton was breathing fire and tried to stay put when

everything in him wanted to go.

“Eat.” Drew pointed at Braxton’s salad with his fork,

chewing as he spoke.

Braxton ran his hand through his hair and couldn’t imagine

eating. He stared at his plate and knew how much work