CHAPTER 7
BRAX
She knew.
The instant Brax saw Meera walking stiffly toward the limo in the parking garage, he knew that she knew. Had Teresa spilled the beans? Most likely. It wouldn’t be the first time. She didn’t agree with Brax’s “break them in gently” approach.
“You look lovely.”
She didn’t answer, not in words anyway. Her rigid expression said “I don’t want to be here.”
The driver held the door, and Brax motioned her into the car.
“Ladies first.”
Silence.
She climbed in hesitantly and clipped her seat belt into place, staring straight ahead. It could have been worse. Fifty percent of her predecessors had quit at this point. Brax slid in beside her and took in the folded arms, the teeth worrying her bottom lip, and the way her thighs pressed together. He made her uncomfortable
