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

held out his hand for

a shake.

Braxton was grateful he seemed normal.

“Dack Torrington, nice to meet you again, Braxton.”

“You too.” Braxton sat down and the hostess asked him,

“Would you care for something to drink?”

“Yes, just a glass of red wine. Thank you.” Braxton scooted

in his chair and studied this man’s chiseled features.

“I like wine too.” Dack raised his stemmed glass. “I always

order the most expensive wine on the menu.”

Braxton’s smile dropped. Oh no.

“I dated a man who was rich. I mean really rich. He gave me

his credit card, let me drive his Ferrari.” He gulped the rest of the red wine from the glass, licking his lips. “And that was while I

dated another guy who worked on the magazine. You know

Judas’ Rainbow?”

“Yes, I—”

“I was having a relationship with Mason Bloomfield, he sells

advertisements for the magazine. Do you know him?”

“No…I—”

“Gorgeous guy, around your age, not that you’re old, ha, ha,

but most guys like men in their twenties, you know?”

The waiter brought Braxton’s wine and he downed it like a

shot of whiskey as Dack kept rambling.

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

Dack gave him a disapproving glance and said, “No. We

haven’t even looked at the menu. Can you give us a minute?”

Braxton smiled at the waiter in sympathy as he nodded and

walked away. While Braxton checked over the selections, Dack

said, “Anyway, so this guy Mason, he’s crazy about me. Says I

give the best blowjobs in LA…”

“Uh huh.” Braxton didn’t look up from his menu.

“And well, the old guys, they want boy toys so they shell out

a ton of cash just to be seen with me. Who do you think paid for

this auction dinner with you?”

Braxton peeked up to see Dack’s smirk.

“The old man gives me an expense account, set me up good. I

have a credit card that has no limit. I may just buy myself a

vacation. Wanna come?”

“Uh. No.” Braxton read the menu again and cringed. Oh my

God, I’m surrounded by maniacs.

“Oh well, your loss. I told Mason that too when I left him.

His loss. Some guys don’t know a good thing when they have

it.” Dack held up his glass, pointed to it and said loudly, “Hey,

can you bring me more wine?”

Braxton sank into the chair and hid behind the menu, hoping

no one would think he was actually on a real date with this man.

“So, Braxton…”

Braxton lowered the menu to see Dack. He may be good

looking but he was a total ass.

“You ah, wanna at least spend the night with me after dinner?

See just how good my blowjobs are?”

Braxton put on a sympathetic expression. “Though that’s a

wonderful invitation, I’ll have to pass. I have so much work to

do when I get home, I can’t. Sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever. The old man thinks I’m going out with my

sister after this date anyway.” He shrugged as the waiter brought

over another glass of wine for him. “We need to order. I’m

starving.” more hot book free here

Braxton just wanted a break from the bullshit. And it wasn’t

likely to happen. Ironically, a couple years ago? He’d have

fucked a man like Dack in the men’s room five minutes after

they met. Now? The thought repulsed him.

Maybe he’d finally grown up.

Or grown old.

Either way, he would never touch a man like Dack again.

As he told the waiter his choice of food, Dack’s shoe began to

run up his ankle, distracting him. “Uh…just the mixed green

salad on the side…” He moved his leg back, avoiding the touch.

“Very good. I’ll have your starters out soon.” The waiter took

the menus and left.

“Dude,” Dack said, gulping the wine, “This is being paid for

by the event. Order the most expensive meal on the menu like I

did.”

“I’m good. I don’t eat rich food like that.” Braxton sipped the

wine.

“Your loss, man. Your loss.”

Braxton gave Dack a tight smile, and daydreamed about

Fabian, wondering what he was up to.

~

Fabian came back from his run and caught his breath. He had

worked out in the complex’s gym, ran and now was ready to eat

a light dinner and…work! Nothing gave him greater satisfaction

than taking the load off of Braxton. How that had happened he

didn’t know.

He took off his running shoes and, still dripping with sweat,

entered his unit and tossed his shoes by the closet door. He

stripped and then headed to the kitchen for a glass of water,

gulping it down.

His mobile phone hummed and he walked to where he’d left

it and leaned on the counter to read the message. It was a text

from Naomi asking him how he was.

He set the water on the counter and texted her back, ‘ falling

for my boss, shoot me. ’

Immediately a text came back, ‘ aaaaaack! no! ’ and then the phone rang. He answered it and leaned back on the counter. “I

know, I’m nuts.”

“Fabian! Don’t do it! You know how long you’ve been

looking for a permanent job?”

“I know!” He rubbed at his gritty forehead and dabbed at the

sweat running down his temple.

“He’ll screw you and leave you! Don’t you read the tabloids?

The man is pure cad!”

“Keep telling me that. My willpower is weakening.”

“Has he propositioned you?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Why do we both sound disappointed.” He spun

around and leaned his elbows on the counter, staring into the

depth of his living room.

“Maybe you’re not his type.”

“Ouch! Hang on.” He stood straight. “First you tell me to

keep away from him then you tell me I don’t turn him on.”

“Well, he is really hot. Maybe he’s really picky. Or, back on

women.”

“Naomi, you’re killing me.”

“Hey, if he’s back on women, can you fix me up? I’d fuck

him and run.”

Hearing her laugh, Fabian did as well. “I know. Right? What

is it about him? I can totally see how he gets every person he sets his sights on. The guy really has some kind of charismatic charm

to go with those damn good looks of his. Why is he such a

dick?”

“Is he? Is he a dick? Is he treating you like shit?”

“No.” Fabian looked down at his socks. “He’s treating me

like gold.”

“No! The bastard!” She roared with laughter.

“He is. Damn him. I swear, I fantasize about him