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I leave the ladies’ room and walk down the hallway I use the restroo, behind the set, because it’s closer to the costume rooms

It’s quiet in here, the walls thick, the sounds of the set see far away as I walk down the empty corridor

Then Braden steps out

I gasp and almost leap back when he blocks the corridor, his wide shoulders filling it He’s wearing his Victorian jacket, the buttons loose around the neck, as though he burst out of it His hair is messy and wild

“Bria,” he snarls

“Bra… Mr Braxten”

He s over h to touch

It takes everything I have not to reach up and claw onto hisagainst his firmness

“Please, call me Braden”

“Okay”

I let et out of here as quickly as I can

What the heck is he doing here? Did he follow hts into my head?

“I’m sorry I’m in your way”

I step aside, thinking et to the bathroom behind me Of course, that’s it

Him, follow me?

Jeez, I really need to get so perspective

“No, no you’re not,” he snaps,

His scent swirls all around me, musky and manly I breathe it in, and suddenly it’s like lava is coursing throughh in a blanket

“What are you doing?” I whi up at him

He leans doith this crazed look in his eyes, unhinged like he’s on sos, would definitely never co

No, the crazed look is ignited by so else, or by someone else

“I’entle it damn difficult”

“What do you mean?”

He chuckles gri topants on, hugging that round full sexy ass Do you really not kno hard it makes me?”