if we are so freeThen why are our minds not meant to be?This one was a tough nut to crack indeed. The thought that Braxton was interested in her, was definitely the wrong form of interest. But if he explained what he was really thinking, he'd more than likely get a beating from her. She did seem like the type to throw down, and whack someone without thinking twice.
And then have a drink over the corpse. Sure, that seemed like a fitting thing, right? No need for assumptions though.
The tides were changing, but there little as far as signs go in Braxton making a potential acquaintance out of this woman.
No, Braxton needed to play his cards out better. He couldn't be this snobby, asinine, stuck-up douche bag he always seemed to be.
Plus he couldn't be that cocky, upstart and smart ass he would be around Vitani and the staff.
My my my, this woman was certainly making things a tad difficult for him at the moment. But in all his years of living, Braxton was never one to back down from a challenge. Even if it meant he'd get a few broken bones, and busted pride as well.
What would Vitani do in this instance though? Perhaps Braxton needed to think and act much more like her.
But could he actually pull this off? Could he really do? This task definitely wasn't impossible, but it was seemingly improbable. Nah, he knew had this.
He could most definitely put on the charms here, to turn this whole thing around.
First he'd have to play it cool though. Easy enough right?
First to address the little statement this woman said.
"Contrary to your belief, I'm not interested in you like that. And I'm not afraid to admit, my hand has it's uses when the servants around the estate are more than useless.."
Oh dear... That might of been of thrown things off entirely.
Braxton could tell she already thought he was an absolute dick. That made it worse though.
Real smart there Braxton, you idiot.
"However, I solemnly promise to not use not more silly lines, and to stay out of your head."
Braxton replied smoothly, with his British accent showing itself in its true colors. But that wouldn't impress her. In fact, not much seemed to really impress her. Maybe she was just had a high level of expectations. Wouldn't be that surprising.
But Braxton forgot an important thing; Manners.
"Oh, where are my manners? Braxton. Braxton Redfield. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Right foot in the right direction, at least he hoped.
Braxton
Don't believe thy majesty,