I‘ll pick you up tomorrow at seven-thirty.‖
―Oh.‖ She said understanding what he meant and was actually thankful for his consideration.She could only imagine what it was like around there on a Monday.
He looked up at the building through the windshield,
―You sure you want to stay here by yourself? I have several spare rooms at my place.‖
And interfere with your love life? No thanks. She thought, ―I‘ll be fine.When‘s Luke due home again?‖she couldn‘t handle it if he‘d brought a woman home while she was there.
―Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow if things go well.
Which I have no doubt.‖He shrugged and smiled knowingly,
―Luke‘s the best I got so I expect him home tomorrow.‖
―No doubt.‖ She smiled back at the flattery he gave her brother.
―We could go out to dinner tonight.‖ He found himself saying.
Dinner? Oh lord, could she possibly sit across from him and not fall to pieces. ―I‘m tired Max.‖ She would have loved to 18
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He resisted the temptation to brush a stray lock of hair off her cheek while studying her expression, ―All right honey, I‘ll take a rain check then.‖
―Okay.‖ She gave him a small unsure smile.
―So go on,‖ he leaned over her and opened her door, ―I‘ll pick you up first thing tomorrow, be up and ready by seven thirty.‖ He repeated.
She nearly gasped as his body gently brushed against hers as he opened her door and when he erected himself there was something odd in his eyes that she‘d never seen before. For a moment all they did was look at one another before she realized that she was ogling him again. Before the next blush hit her she said goodbye and jumped out of the car. What she didn‘t see was Max‘s gaze follow the sway of her backside as she entered her building.
He sighed and shook his head before putting the car into gear and pulling away from the curb, ―Be patient Max.‖ He said to himself.
Entering their penthouse made her breathe a sigh of relief.She shut the door and leaned against it for a moment.
Max always left her so drained. It was near impossible keeping her attraction for him out of her body and facial expressions.
Setting her bag on the hallway table she made her way to the kitchen to make herself some dinner when she stopped suddenly at the sight of two dozen lavender roses in a vase with various wisps of baby breath.Slowly she walked up to it spotting the card that said ‗Lily‘ in no less than Max‘s handwriting. She felt like a kid at Christmas as she opened it. ‗Welcome aboard‘ and he signed it. He actually wrote the card himself. Smiling her fingers 19
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guided along one of the soft velvety peddles wondering if he‘d even gone to the flower shop to pick out the flowers too.Then that got her thinking about his relationships with women.She was sure he bought them all sorts of things to flatter their beauty.
Leave it to her to ruin her own brief happiness she thought as she sighed out loud.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning an immaculate long stretched dark grey limousine pulled up in front of the building while she was waiting just inside the door with Bill Jenkins, the doorman.
―See you Bill.‖ She said as he opened the door and she walked toward the Limo.
‗Don‘t let him keep you out too late honey.‖ The old man called after her causing her to laugh. He already knew from her that it was her boss. He‘d met Max King before, and despite the man‘s formidable wealth he seemed decent enough. Something he wasn‘t quite sure about was the way the man looked at Lily
