flowers in one hand as she did so. “They’re from James,” she said, placing the flowers on a hall table as she entered the apartment. “Apologising for…” Her voice drifted off and she waved a hand in the air. They both knew why James was apologising.
Maxwell snorted and eyed the flowers suspiciously. “I’m still planning to discuss that little incident with him,” he said. “He is obviously attracted to you, Sarah, you would have to be blind not to see it.”
“That might be so, Maxwell, but I am not attracted to him, at least not in that way. It was sweet of him to send the flowers.”
As the words left her mouth she could have kicked herself. Maxwell obviously had a lot of adjectives to describe James and ‘sweet’ was not one of them.
“Are you serious?” he growled at her. “The guy practically assaulted you in my bathroom.”
Sarah sighed heavily. “You’re right, his behaviour was totally inappropriate. I just meant that it was sweet of him to apologise and send the flowers. He obviously feels bad about the whole situation. He did have too much to drink and, as I mentioned previously, I believe he thought that I knew it was him,” she pointed out. “Please let’s not discuss this any further. It was a lovely weekend, Maxwell, and I don’t want it to end on a sour note.”
He shoved a hand through his hair then roughly pulled her to him. “I agree it was a lovely weekend,” he said as he cupped her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking into his eyes. He brushed his lips softly over hers and she melted against him.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Sarah focused on her closet and tried to decide what to wear. She had got lucky that evening and had been able to leave work earlier than usual owing to the fact that some of her clients had fortuitously cancelled their usual sessions. This meant that she was able to meet up with Maxwell.
They had decided to meet at one of the new clubs in the city. It was one of Roxy’s usual Thursday night haunts, so she suspected that her friend would also be there. She selected and discarded a number of outfits before deciding on black skinny jeans teamed with a low-cut sequinned top and silver silk bomber jacket. She applied smoky eye makeup and nude lipstick and piled her hair loosely on top of her head. Lastly she decided on a pair of studded Louboutin heels and matching clutch. She checked her watch and headed out of the door.
* * * *
Max was already at the club waiting. He had organised a private booth and VIP entry for Sarah. He checked his watch—eleven p.m. She would be arriving soon. He wished she had accepted his offer of a car to pick her up but she had insisted on making her own way. He ordered a Scotch from the waitress and a bottle of champagne and scanned his surroundings. The club was starting to get crowded and the music was becoming a little louder. Across the floor he spotted Roxy and Adam. His eyes narrowed as he noticed that James was with them.
He didn’t know James well, only as a friend of a friend, but after his behaviour last weekend he didn’t want to know him any better. In fact, after the stunt James had pulled he was pretty sure that he had the guy’s measure. He still intended to discuss that incident with the bastard but he decided that there was a time and a place for everything and he didn’t think Sarah would be impressed if he got into anything with James at the club.
He was going to have to keep an eye on him. Sarah might prefer to believe that James’ sending the flowers was an act of sweet apology but Max didn’t buy it for a second—he saw the way James looked at her and knew that given half an opportunity the bastard would be trying to slip into her sweet little panties and would probably try anything to do it.
Max took a long swallow of his Scotch, savouring the burn as it slipped down his throat, temporarily taking his mind off the uncomfortable direction his thoughts were taking
Maxwell snorted and eyed the flowers suspiciously. “I’m still planning to discuss that little incident with him,” he said. “He is obviously attracted to you, Sarah, you would have to be blind not to see it.”
“That might be so, Maxwell, but I am not attracted to him, at least not in that way. It was sweet of him to send the flowers.”
As the words left her mouth she could have kicked herself. Maxwell obviously had a lot of adjectives to describe James and ‘sweet’ was not one of them.
“Are you serious?” he growled at her. “The guy practically assaulted you in my bathroom.”
Sarah sighed heavily. “You’re right, his behaviour was totally inappropriate. I just meant that it was sweet of him to apologise and send the flowers. He obviously feels bad about the whole situation. He did have too much to drink and, as I mentioned previously, I believe he thought that I knew it was him,” she pointed out. “Please let’s not discuss this any further. It was a lovely weekend, Maxwell, and I don’t want it to end on a sour note.”
He shoved a hand through his hair then roughly pulled her to him. “I agree it was a lovely weekend,” he said as he cupped her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking into his eyes. He brushed his lips softly over hers and she melted against him.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Sarah focused on her closet and tried to decide what to wear. She had got lucky that evening and had been able to leave work earlier than usual owing to the fact that some of her clients had fortuitously cancelled their usual sessions. This meant that she was able to meet up with Maxwell.
They had decided to meet at one of the new clubs in the city. It was one of Roxy’s usual Thursday night haunts, so she suspected that her friend would also be there. She selected and discarded a number of outfits before deciding on black skinny jeans teamed with a low-cut sequinned top and silver silk bomber jacket. She applied smoky eye makeup and nude lipstick and piled her hair loosely on top of her head. Lastly she decided on a pair of studded Louboutin heels and matching clutch. She checked her watch and headed out of the door.
* * * *
Max was already at the club waiting. He had organised a private booth and VIP entry for Sarah. He checked his watch—eleven p.m. She would be arriving soon. He wished she had accepted his offer of a car to pick her up but she had insisted on making her own way. He ordered a Scotch from the waitress and a bottle of champagne and scanned his surroundings. The club was starting to get crowded and the music was becoming a little louder. Across the floor he spotted Roxy and Adam. His eyes narrowed as he noticed that James was with them.
He didn’t know James well, only as a friend of a friend, but after his behaviour last weekend he didn’t want to know him any better. In fact, after the stunt James had pulled he was pretty sure that he had the guy’s measure. He still intended to discuss that incident with the bastard but he decided that there was a time and a place for everything and he didn’t think Sarah would be impressed if he got into anything with James at the club.
He was going to have to keep an eye on him. Sarah might prefer to believe that James’ sending the flowers was an act of sweet apology but Max didn’t buy it for a second—he saw the way James looked at her and knew that given half an opportunity the bastard would be trying to slip into her sweet little panties and would probably try anything to do it.
Max took a long swallow of his Scotch, savouring the burn as it slipped down his throat, temporarily taking his mind off the uncomfortable direction his thoughts were taking
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