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

look like a fast food kind of guy.”

“I’m not. Hate that greasy shit.” He took the salad out of the

bag to admire it.

“You and Braxton are a perfect match.” She left, grinning

wickedly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fabian called after her but

all he heard was her giggle.

He placed the salad on his desk with the other lunch items

and opened the top, using a plastic fork to eat it while he

continued to read emails and make a list on a pad for what he

needed to follow up on.

A light tap made him glance up. Braxton was standing at his

open office door.

“What’s up?” Fabian asked.

“Don’t eat at your desk. Take a break.”

“I’m fine.”

“At least hit the lunch room.”

Fabian thought about the tiny space with a table and two

chairs, a refrigerator filled with bottled water and natural fruit

juices, and a counter with a coffee pot and a microwave oven.

“I’m good.”

Braxton stood staring at Fabian for a moment.

Fabian stared back. What do you want, huh? My ass? Come

on, Mr Todd. Where’s the proposition? Huh? I’m waiting for it,

you charmer.

Braxton looked down as he walked away.

Huh? Fabian was slightly disappointed. Am I not his type?

Not even a wink? A lurid lick of your lips?

Not knowing what he wanted, Fabian kept eating, terrified of

being the object of this man’s predatory desires, and upset he

wasn’t. I got a screw loose. He shook his head and kept eating.

~

A few hours later Braxton answered his phone as he typed on

his computer. “Braxton Todd.”

“Darling!”

“Crap.” He checked the time on the bottom right of the

computer. It was five-thirty.

“You are on your way to the Ritz? Yes?”

“No. Hang on. Let me close my computer down.” Braxton

saved his work and shut off the machine.

“Your date for tonight is Dack Torrington. He used to work

as a photographer for Judas’ Rainbow Magazine. You will love him!”

“Sure.” Braxton stood and put his suit jacket on.

“He is charming, and handsome! Such a darling boy!”

“Boy? How old?”

“Twenty-seven, a mere baby.” She laughed.

“Oh. Okay.” Braxton thought the man who had bid on him

was in his twenties and he was right. He touched his pockets to

make sure he had his keys and wallet.

“Have a wonderful time!”

“Sure. Whatever.” He tapped the earpiece, removed it from

his ear and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

He stepped out of his office to see Brianna closing her

computer down. “Does everyone work late because of me?” he

asked her.

“What? No. Why?”

Braxton walked down the hall to see Fabian still typing on his

keyboard. “You do know you only work ‘til five, right?”

“Hang on.” Fabian finished typing his thoughts onto the

computer for a moment and looked up. “I know. I just want to

get things done.”

“You never will.” Braxton gestured to him to get up. “Come

on. Shop is closed.”

Fabian smiled and stood as his computer shut down. He put

his suit jacket on and Braxton stared at the man’s crotch. He had

a wonderful bulge under his zipper flap and Braxton wanted to

drop to his knees and chew on it.

Fabian walked around his desk and shut off the light. He met

Braxton’s gaze.

The amount Braxton wanted to kiss him was killing him. He

turned on his heels and met Brianna, who was waiting for them

at the lobby door.

“Only fucking Tuesday.” Braxton rubbed his aching neck.

“Who are you seeing for your second charity dinner?”

Brianna asked as they waited for the elevator.

“Second?” Fabian asked.

“I have three.” Braxton tried not to snarl.

“Three? Are you kidding me?” Fabian shook his head. “With

the same guy?”

“No, thank fuck. Some man named Dack.”

“Jack?” Brianna asked as she entered the elevator.

“No. Dack. D-A-C-K.”

“What the hell kind of a name is that?” She shook her head

and pushed the button for the parking level.

Braxton backed up to the wall and leaned on it tiredly. “I

have no idea.”

“I’m surprised so many men bid on you.” Fabian looked up at

the lights over the door as they descended.

“Why? It’s no secret I like men.”

Brianna gave Braxton a sly smile.

The elevator stopped and more people entered. Brianna

touched Fabian’s arm to bring him backwards, to give them

room. When she did, Fabian stepped right into Braxton so they

were spooning.

“Sorry.” Fabian made space between them.

Braxton closed his eyes and wanted to grab Fabian and pull

him right back to that spot again, still feeling reverberations of

heat between his legs from the brush of Fabian’s ass on his

crotch.

The door opened at the parking level and everyone exited the

elevator. Braxton woke from his daydream of fucking Fabian,

and felt exhausted, wishing he were going home and not out to

another dinner.

“Have fun!” Brianna waved, smirking.

Braxton nodded and then stood at his car, noticing Fabian had

parked right beside him. They caught stares. Braxton’s sexual

craving for this man was beginning to become an obsession.

“Goodnight, Braxton.”

“’Night.” Braxton didn’t smile, climbed into his car and

waited for Fabian to leave first. He rested his head on his arm on

the steering wheel and wished he could slow down. Slow down,

find a great guy, and sleep in his arms every night.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, jarring him back into

functioning. He started his car and drove to the Ritz, ignoring it.

~

Fabian was getting very strong vibes from Braxton. So strong

he was weakening his initial stance on having a little…bit on the

side with the boss.

No! Are you fucking kidding me? If I have sex with him, he’ll

lose interest. That’s his plan. The conquest, the seduction!

Fabian had no idea what Braxton wanted from him, other

than sex. And Fabian was not going to go for the bait. Not when

he finally found a permanent job he loved, and was appreciated

for his hard work. Not fucking it up.

But the touch of Braxton’s cock against his ass in the

elevator? That would haunt him for weeks. And if he had the

opportunity to do it again? He would.

~

“Yes, Mr Todd. Come right this way. Your party is here and

waiting for you.”

Braxton ran his hand through his hair, too tired to be nervous.

All he could think about was Fabian.

He was shown to a table where a young handsome man was

waiting, smiling at him. The man stood and