Gasping, I smack a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, how did you know?”
I remove my hand from her mouth, and she smiles. “I saw him go in after you. You’re welcome, by the way. I made sure to keep our boss from seeing you two walk out.”
Groaning, I slap a hand to my head. “It was stupid. I don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if we got caught. I would definitely be kissing a management position goodbye.”
Kim waves me off. “But you didn’t. Just a word to the wise though, I wouldn’t do it again.”
I snort. “Got that right. It’s hard to think straight with Max around.”
“It’s obviously hard to keep your clothes on too with him around.”
Rolling my eyes, I smack her arm. “Enough of that. We’re done. We had our fun and it’s over. He used me and I used him. End of story.”
Kim beams. “Smart girl. The last thing I want to see is you getting hurt by the likes of him. He may be smart, sexy, and rich, but we have to be careful with men like him. We don’t fit in with his flock.”
That’s for damn sure. I’ve often thought about what it would be like to live among the rich, to never have to work sixty hours a week just to get by. I grew up middle class and there was a time when my parents had a lot of money. My mother worked at the local bank and my dad was an Account Manager for a large food broker. He made six figures a year and we had a nice sized house. My dad didn’t like showing off his money, but he did take us on numerous vacations. Those were some of the best times of my life. That is, until he got laid off and we lost everything.
“I’m not going to get hurt, Kim. To get hurt, that means I have to get closer to him. Last night in the bathroom was it. I’m sure of it.”
Her brows furrow with concern. “You sure?”
I push her toward the sales rack. “Yes. Now let’s get back to shopping. Maybe we should start talking about your sex life for a change.”
She scoffs. “What sex life? I’m sure I could get it on with Poseidon’s dumb ass friends, but I don’t want to stoop that low.”
We both laugh and I can’t argue with her. Vance and Yates are egotistical scumbags. They prance around like they’re God’s gift to women. I’d love to see them knocked down off their pedestals. That’ll most likely never happen. The rich always come out on top in my world.
Kim and I browse through the clothes a few more minutes and I grab a couple of sundresses before making my way to the dressing room. I take off my clothes, leaving only my bra and underwear. Some of the shirts fit great so I decide to keep the ones that work. The denim skirt is a little too short, so I move it over to the no pile.
Kim grumbles in the room next to me. “Dammit, I was hoping this dress would work. My ass is too big.”
I roll my eyes. “You wear a size four, crazy woman. There’s nothing big about your ass.” That’s one of the things I’m happy about with my body. I love having curves.
“All right, I’m going back out to find more clothes to try on.”
“Okay,” I call out. “I still have a couple of dresses left.”
She rustles around in her room and then the door slams shut when she leaves. I slide one of the dresses off the hanger and hold it up to my body. It’s form-fitting and royal blue; very classy. A knock sounds on the door and I turn the knob, thinking it’s Kim on the other side. My eyes widen when I see it’s not her.
Max rushes in and holds a finger to my lips. “Shh, it’s just me.”
My heart races. It’s hard not to feel light-headed when he stares at me with those sea green eyes of his. Max slowly slides his finger off my lips. “What are you doing here?” I whisper.
His lips pull back into a devilish grin. “I was walking by and saw you in the store. Figured I’d come in and say hey.”
“Stalker much.”
He winks and takes the dress away from me, hanging it on the hook. “I call it being at the right place at the right time.” His gaze roams down my bare body. “You are so damn beautiful.” He steps closer and there’s nowhere for me to go. Who am I kidding? I don’t want to go anywhere, but we can’t keep being reckless. Max lifts my bra and cups my breast, his lips closing over my nipple. I suck in a breath and bite my lip to keep from moaning. “I want you, London.”
He slides a hand down my stomach, but I stop him before he can go any further. “We can’t repeat what we did in here yesterday, Max,” I hiss quietly. “I can’t be seen with you.” Normally, I don’t play games with men, but with Max, I have no choice. In a way, I’m not lying; I can’t be seen with him because of my job. It’s in the employment contract you can’t get involved with the yacht club members. But also, I want the upper hand. That way, I don’t feel as bad with him not wanting to be seen with me.
Slowly, he steps back and looks at me. “Why not? You told me that first night that you weren’t dating anyone.”
“I’m not. It’s just for the best.”
His hands wrap around my waist and he smiles. “Okay. Then I guess a date is out of the question?”
He pulls me in closer to his body, his hardness pressing into my stomach. “What did you have in mind?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Don’t know. Maybe a date on my boat?
