Marry Me by G. Hauser (good books to read for women TXT) 📕

on the arm.

~

Fabian finished working out, showered, and then tried to

decide what to eat, since he was too tired to cook. He located a

menu from his refrigerator and read the selections of Chinese

food. As he did his phone hummed with a text.

He walked to where he had set it on the counter and read one

from Naomi. ‘ You cave yet? ’

He picked it up and called her.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey. No, not yet, but the attraction is definitely mutual.”

“Damn. What are you going to do?”

“Well, I have two choices, I satisfy my curiosity and my dick

at the risk of losing my new job, or, I go celibate for the rest of my life jerking off to fantasies about him.”

“Those are lousy choices.”

“I know. I mean, can’t he be my Prince Charming? You

know, have him get down on one knee, tell me he’s never met

anyone like me in his life, and wants to marry me?”

“Ha!”

“Shut up.” He read the selection of fried rice and lo mien.

“Did you eat?”

“Yes. Had a cobb salad.”

“I’m staring at a Chinese food menu and I’m so hungry I’m

about to eat the paper it’s printed on.”

“Don’t do that. That’s gross.”

“Kidding. Hey, you want to do something this weekend?”

“Sure. How about Saturday night? I’m free.”

“Good. I need to catch up with you about all the shit at work,

and I don’t want to do it now while I’m a half-crazed sex fiend.”

She laughed. “It’s a date.”

“Later.” He hung up and dialed the Chinese restaurant.

Wonder how your date is going, Prince Charming? Sure wish it

was with me.

~

Braxton watched as the completely stewed young woman ate

her banana bread pudding, moaning after each fork full as if she

were in climax. He glanced around but no one seemed to notice

her When Harry Met Sally performance.

“So…” Virginia licked the caramel sauce off her lip. “You

prefer a man…do you top?”

“Why does this fascinate you?”

“Howie is total bottom boy. Some guys you can just tell, but

he’s told me. Me? I have no choice! Ha!”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve been with a few aggressive women

who seem to top me.”

“Mm!” She squirmed in her seat. “Tell me about them. No!

Better yet, tell me about the best male fuck you ever had.”

In a comic reaction, Braxton raised his hand to the waiter for

the check, then recalled this was all pre-paid and he’d have to

make up another excuse. He still said, “Check please!” and then

laughed at Virginia.

“Come on, Braxton. I know we’ll never see each other again.

One tidbit for my parents’ two grand. Is that asking too much?”

“You’re not a reporter, are you?”

She choked on her pudding. “No. I’m an office drone.” She

took another bite of dessert. “Dish.”

“All right. Then I go, okay?”

“Fair deal.”

“Okay.” Braxton leaned both elbows on the table so he could

speak softly. “I met a man whom I adore.” Braxton thought of

Fabian and decided to invent a fantasy since the last thing he was

going to do was kiss and tell this crazy woman about one of his

past lovers.

“Go on,” she leaned closer eagerly.

“I…well, we went on our first date.” Braxton tried to imagine

how it would be. “He’s not only strikingly handsome, but so

intelligent we’re never at a loss for words. And his smile.

Well…”

“Mm…” She shifted in her seat, looking fascinated.

“We’d had a lovely dinner and I asked him back to my

place.” Braxton smiled. He couldn’t recall a past date making

him smile so happily, but imagining Fabian made him tingle.

“He accepted reluctantly, since I have such a terrible reputation.”

“Aw…” She frowned.

“Well deserved.” He continued with his fantasy. “Anyway, he

accepts because the attraction between us is too strong to resist.”

“Nice.”

“I lure him into my home and we kiss.” Braxton wondered

what it would be like to kiss Fabian. Not to mention, he had

never brought a date up to his condo. Never.

“Then you rip each other’s clothing off and hump like wild

dogs?”

“Is that what you want us to do?”

“Yes!” She lowered her voice. “Who’s top?”

“Me.”

“Oh, God. I’m going to die.” She crossed her legs and made a

face of ecstasy. “If I get you a straight college football player can we have a three-way?”

“No. I have to be going. It was…er…fun?” He stood and

pushed in his chair. “You said you have a ride?”

“Do you want to give me a ride?”

“I can call a cab.”

She frowned and took her phone out of her purse. “No, I’ll

call Howie.”

“Good girl. Thank you. Have a…uh, interesting night.” He

was going to say ‘have a nice life’, but thought that sounded

harsh. He waved and walked out of the room.

The hostess asked on his way out, “Did you enjoy your meal,

sir?”

“Yes. Thank you.” He smiled and kept walking to his car,

wondering if he could make a date with Fabian or that was

strictly taboo.

“Taboo.” He shook his head and frowned.

Chapter 10

Thursday morning after his workout, Braxton was on his way to

the office when he got a call. He tapped his earpiece to answer

and said, “Braxton Todd, can I help you?”

“It’s Drew Persely. How can you refuse my calls? I don’t

understand, Braxton. This is business! I’m offering you a

contract with my company.”

Fuck. Braxton slowed for traffic and waited at a red light. “I appreciate that. I’m not taking on any new clients at the

moment.”

“New clients? I’m not just any client. Do you realize who

we’re talking about when I hire you to become my PR

machine?”

“I’m staring at his billboard right now. So, yes.” Braxton

looked up at Mark Richfield’s cologne ad, a campaign he and his

son Alexander were featured in. No hard-ons from the cologne

company, just very tasteful ads, contrary to this aggressive man’s

tactic.

“How much to buy you?”

“I beg your pardon?” In the past Braxton used to be able to be

bought. If he were in his twenties? Just starting out? He’d go for

it. But where were all these companies when the economy tanked

and he needed help? He knew what this was about. Drew wanted

Braxton to find him a man to give him a blowjob. That’s what.

“I want a face to face with you.”

“I’m busy. I’m sorry, Drew, maybe my assistant can

recommend someone—” The line went dead. Braxton

disconnected it