3. Braxton
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Braxton
Fuck me, she’s even more beautiful from less than a foot away. The first thing I notice is her full lips, open in a way that makes my dick come to life. They’re a pale pink color, slightly glossy and it just makes me think about kissing her. Right. Fucking. Now. She’s both surprised and aroused and goddammit it’s taking every ounce of restraint not to touch her.
Hazel. That’s the color of her eyes and from this vantage point I can see the large swirls of gold and green darken with desire as they skitter over my bare arms, my chest and my shoulders. “Merciless,” she says in a breathless whisper before correcting herself. “I mean, Mr. Mercy. You, um, startled me.”
I ignore the last part and smile instead. “Good, you know my name. But I don’t know yours.”
She blinks a few times and then a few more until the fog of lust clears, when it does she takes a cautious step back. “Sabrina Sweeting,” she stammers, shaking her head. “Look, I told your man that I was sorry about the photos. I didn’t take any pictures of any faces or anything like that, Angie told me the rules but I just…shit,” she mutters adorably and shoves her camera to my chest. “See for yourself. I just wanted…I’m sorry, okay.”
I have no fucking clue what she’s talking about but I don’t take the camera. “Are you under the impression, Ms. Sweeting, that you’re in trouble?” Sweeting. What a perfect fucking name.
She nods.
I laugh. “Relax Sabrina, I just want to talk to you. Get to know you better.”
She arches one blonde brow and a slow, kittenish smile curls her lush lips. “Get to know me? In your suite well after midnight, Mr. Mercy?” Her tone is somewhat playful and a grin lightens my face.
She’s got me there, but I’ll never tell her. “Call me Braxton. My friends, what few I have, call me Brax.”
The tension in her body dissipates and her gaze meets mine. “What would you like to know?”
Everything. “For starters, why were you taking photos at my fight?” A man in my position can’t be too careful about letting undercover cops or journalists get too close.
“I’m a photography student, well an aspiring photographer really,” she rolls her eyes in a self-deprecating way that makes me even more curious about her. “Look at the photos,” she urges as if she thinks I still don’t believe her. “Why do you want to get to know me?”
I accept the camera this time and look at the images on the viewfinder. “Wow, Sabrina.” I look up at her. “These are some damn good shots.”
Heat blooms on her cheeks. “Thanks.”
“And to answer your question, I think you’re stunning and I want to spend some time with you.”
She looks around the room again, this time with a more critical eye and then her gaze widens in surprise. “ Sex ,” she blurts out. “You want to have sex with me, don’t you?”
It doesn’t sound like much of a surprise to her and I can’t help but to laugh. “At some point yes.” There’s no point denying it but I have yet to decide if I’m going to pull Sabrina into my world. “But for now, we talk.”
“How about dinner?” she asks, hopeful to get out of here it looks like. “We can talk over a meal. I’m starving.”
“Do you not trust me?”
She shrugs. “I don’t really know you…and in here, I can’t seem to relax and have a conversation if I keep thinking about the fact that I’m in Merciless’ room.”
I’m enjoying the way she goes from shy to spitfire and even though I’m not fond of anyone dictating the terms, I’m not put off by it.
She sighs as I remain silent and take her in. “It’s just, I thought I was in trouble and now I’m shaking trying to come down from that while you’re here and taking up all the space and just being you .”
“I can only be me, Ms. Sweeting.”
“Sabrina. Call me Sabrina, please.” And there’s that sweet, shy, well-mannered side that makes my dick twitch.
I could tell her that I don’t do dates, that it’s too risky being seen with me in public but I’m contemplating her terms and then I’m nodding. “Fine. Dinner. I know just the place.”
She shakes her head with a smile. “No, I know just the place.”
My jaw clenches but I’m amused, I’ll admit it. With a new change of pace, I follow the girl in the lavender dress to the door as we make our way out.
She won’t be the first woman to try to get an expensive meal out of me but I have a feeling she’ll be more than worth the cost of the bill.
And I can’t fucking wait.