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Authors: Harmony Raines
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placed in front of them, and she picked up her spoon, gripping it so hard her fingers went numb. What would happen if she slept with him, apart from the obvious. The deeper she stepped into this lie, the more it smothered her. If she went with him, and they had sex, would she ever get over it? She knew it would be good, too good, she would be ruined, unable to take a lesser man seriously. And next to Dan, no other man could measure up.
Max wasn't simply caught up on his looks, his humour, his understated intelligence. He was a force to be reckoned with, polite, but also firm. Compared to the men she met in day to day business she could trust him, but would he break her heart anyway?
Chapter Eight
"If you’ll excuse me, it's time we went to mingle," Bob got up and pulled Elaine’s chair out, helping her up.
She smiled up at him."Thanks Bob." She winked at Max. "You young things can keep going all might I expect. But I’m ready for home. Still business is business"
As their boss started towards the table next to them, there was a collective sigh of relief.
"I have never been more nervous in my life," said one of the PA's, her name was Judy if Max remembered correctly. She should remember, but when they had done their introductions she had been too busy staring at Dan.
"I know. Do you think anyone's been fired after one of these things? With all this free alcohol it takes a little self control not to drink too much to calm your nerves."
The other’s started to talk among themselves, so she turned her full attention back to her favourite thing. Dan.
"Well, we did it," Max said, and raised her glass. They drank to successfully getting through the evening. It had gone better than she thought possible, but now she wanted to bolt for the door before it all went wrong. She had never believed in luck, and this did not seem the time to start.
"Does that mean you're ready to leave?" Dan cut in, reading her thoughts.
Max bottled out on saying what she really wanted to do. She was torn between wanting to stay in his company as long as possible, and leaving."Not yet, I thought you wanted to make all these poor deprived women's heads turn."
"I'm sure they're not all deprived," he said modestly.
"No? What happened you wanting Amy to stare at you while you whisked me around the dance floor."
"My waltz night be a bit stiff, This is not the kind of dancing I usually do, but we can give it a go. Unless there’s something else you have in mind?"
Oh, there was. She wondered if there were any other parts of him that might be stiff, and stifled a giggle. The wine was doing things to her head again. But she wanted another glass, because above all it was making her brave.
And she needed that if she was ever going to find the guts to ask him for sex.
Max put her hand to her mouth in shock, where the hell had that come from. Until now she had not even considered it, but his teasing over dessert had wheedled into her brain, until it became a worm burrowing into her senses, making her body tingle with desire.
Men paid for sex all the time, why shouldn't she, a liberated women? No man to answer to. It didn't mean she didn't crave sex. The opposite was true, at this moment in time there was nothing she wanted more than to go upstairs with him and have mind blowing sex. It was so within her reach, all they had to do was walk out of here, along to reception and book into a room. A lavish room with a king-size bed, big enough to do all the things she had in mind.
"You OK there dreamer?"
"Yes. So are we going to dance?"
"Sure. I suppose you should have your monies worth." Was he trying to give her a gentle reminder that whatever happened, beyond him escorting her to the dinner, would be extra. Not all inclusive. As he took her in his arms and they picked up the tempo of the music, he whirled her around the dance floor. Nothing stiff about him at all. Or was there? She leaned into him as they rounded the edge of the room, and she felt the
Max wasn't simply caught up on his looks, his humour, his understated intelligence. He was a force to be reckoned with, polite, but also firm. Compared to the men she met in day to day business she could trust him, but would he break her heart anyway?
Chapter Eight
"If you’ll excuse me, it's time we went to mingle," Bob got up and pulled Elaine’s chair out, helping her up.
She smiled up at him."Thanks Bob." She winked at Max. "You young things can keep going all might I expect. But I’m ready for home. Still business is business"
As their boss started towards the table next to them, there was a collective sigh of relief.
"I have never been more nervous in my life," said one of the PA's, her name was Judy if Max remembered correctly. She should remember, but when they had done their introductions she had been too busy staring at Dan.
"I know. Do you think anyone's been fired after one of these things? With all this free alcohol it takes a little self control not to drink too much to calm your nerves."
The other’s started to talk among themselves, so she turned her full attention back to her favourite thing. Dan.
"Well, we did it," Max said, and raised her glass. They drank to successfully getting through the evening. It had gone better than she thought possible, but now she wanted to bolt for the door before it all went wrong. She had never believed in luck, and this did not seem the time to start.
"Does that mean you're ready to leave?" Dan cut in, reading her thoughts.
Max bottled out on saying what she really wanted to do. She was torn between wanting to stay in his company as long as possible, and leaving."Not yet, I thought you wanted to make all these poor deprived women's heads turn."
"I'm sure they're not all deprived," he said modestly.
"No? What happened you wanting Amy to stare at you while you whisked me around the dance floor."
"My waltz night be a bit stiff, This is not the kind of dancing I usually do, but we can give it a go. Unless there’s something else you have in mind?"
Oh, there was. She wondered if there were any other parts of him that might be stiff, and stifled a giggle. The wine was doing things to her head again. But she wanted another glass, because above all it was making her brave.
And she needed that if she was ever going to find the guts to ask him for sex.
Max put her hand to her mouth in shock, where the hell had that come from. Until now she had not even considered it, but his teasing over dessert had wheedled into her brain, until it became a worm burrowing into her senses, making her body tingle with desire.
Men paid for sex all the time, why shouldn't she, a liberated women? No man to answer to. It didn't mean she didn't crave sex. The opposite was true, at this moment in time there was nothing she wanted more than to go upstairs with him and have mind blowing sex. It was so within her reach, all they had to do was walk out of here, along to reception and book into a room. A lavish room with a king-size bed, big enough to do all the things she had in mind.
"You OK there dreamer?"
"Yes. So are we going to dance?"
"Sure. I suppose you should have your monies worth." Was he trying to give her a gentle reminder that whatever happened, beyond him escorting her to the dinner, would be extra. Not all inclusive. As he took her in his arms and they picked up the tempo of the music, he whirled her around the dance floor. Nothing stiff about him at all. Or was there? She leaned into him as they rounded the edge of the room, and she felt the
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