him in. He couldn’t recall ever feeling so possessive of a woman. Of course, in past relationships he had expected total monogamy but the mere thought of another man touching or even looking at Sarah made his blood boil. It was a peculiarly new emotion for him and one he didn’t quite know how to deal with.
His thoughts were interrupted as the subject of them walked into the club and his breath caught at the sight of her—those long legs encased in tight black jeans and that barely-there top. She had piled her gorgeous hair in careless disarray on top of her head—it made him think of bedroom hair, sexy and wanton. He watched as the men she passed stopped and stared. He knew exactly what they were thinking, as he was thinking the same thing—imagining those gorgeous legs wrapped around him. He smiled smugly, knowing that she was there to see him and that he would be the only man those legs would be wrapped around, and stood up to greet her.
* * * *
As Sarah walked into the club she caught sight of Roxy almost immediately. Her friend spotting her at the same time let out a cry of delight and swooped in to hug her.
“I didn’t know you were coming here tonight,” Roxy yelled to be heard above the music. “You’re usually working.”
“I had a few cancellations, Maxwell asked me to meet him here.”
Roxy raised her eyebrows and pulled Sarah closer so she could talk in her ear. “Well, you two are obviously hitting it off. I haven’t seen Max, though,” she replied, scanning the room. “By the way, you haven’t told me all the juicy details about last weekend.”
“We’ll talk later, Rox,” Sarah responded and was about to turn away in search of Maxwell when she spotted James making his way towards them.
Her heart sank. She really didn’t feel like talking to him. She plastered a smile on her face in greeting as he reached towards her and grasped her shoulders. She had the distinct feeling that he was just about to kiss her when a strong arm banded about her waist and she was pulled roughly into a hard chest. She knew without looking that it was Maxwell behind her.
“I’m glad you could make it. I have a table waiting upstairs,” he murmured against her ear.
Still clasping an arm around her waist, he greeted the others briefly and told them that they would see them later. Then, grasping her hand, he pulled her in the direction of the stairs. She had just enough time to a wave a quick ‘see you later’ to Roxy before she was pulled along in his wake.
* * * *
It was quieter upstairs and romantically discreet. Sarah removed her jacket and settled into the comfortable private booth.
“I’ve missed you,” Maxwell said as he handed her a glass of champagne and bent his head to hers. His lips brushed the soft skin behind her ear, sending a shiver through her.
“What was that about downstairs?” she asked him.
“What was what about?” he replied disingenuously.
“You know what I’m talking about, back there with James. Was that a proprietary display?”
He shrugged. “You could put it that way, although alpha displays of dominance are not usually my style. I just wanted to ensure that there is no confusion where our…relationship is concerned.”
“How exactly do you see our relationship?” she asked.
She assessed him over her glass as he sat back and ran a hand through his hair. He looked good, dressed casually but smartly in Armani jeans and an open-necked white shirt, ankle propped across his knee in typical man style. His elbow rested on the back of the lounge, his Scotch glass dangling between two fingers. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at her.
“I would like to think that we are seeing each other, and if you agree with that assessment then I want it to be clear to others that that is the case.”
She smiled and swayed towards him seductively. “I like your assessment, Maxwell. After all, I’m not a girl who sleeps with just anyone.”
He smirked at
His thoughts were interrupted as the subject of them walked into the club and his breath caught at the sight of her—those long legs encased in tight black jeans and that barely-there top. She had piled her gorgeous hair in careless disarray on top of her head—it made him think of bedroom hair, sexy and wanton. He watched as the men she passed stopped and stared. He knew exactly what they were thinking, as he was thinking the same thing—imagining those gorgeous legs wrapped around him. He smiled smugly, knowing that she was there to see him and that he would be the only man those legs would be wrapped around, and stood up to greet her.
* * * *
As Sarah walked into the club she caught sight of Roxy almost immediately. Her friend spotting her at the same time let out a cry of delight and swooped in to hug her.
“I didn’t know you were coming here tonight,” Roxy yelled to be heard above the music. “You’re usually working.”
“I had a few cancellations, Maxwell asked me to meet him here.”
Roxy raised her eyebrows and pulled Sarah closer so she could talk in her ear. “Well, you two are obviously hitting it off. I haven’t seen Max, though,” she replied, scanning the room. “By the way, you haven’t told me all the juicy details about last weekend.”
“We’ll talk later, Rox,” Sarah responded and was about to turn away in search of Maxwell when she spotted James making his way towards them.
Her heart sank. She really didn’t feel like talking to him. She plastered a smile on her face in greeting as he reached towards her and grasped her shoulders. She had the distinct feeling that he was just about to kiss her when a strong arm banded about her waist and she was pulled roughly into a hard chest. She knew without looking that it was Maxwell behind her.
“I’m glad you could make it. I have a table waiting upstairs,” he murmured against her ear.
Still clasping an arm around her waist, he greeted the others briefly and told them that they would see them later. Then, grasping her hand, he pulled her in the direction of the stairs. She had just enough time to a wave a quick ‘see you later’ to Roxy before she was pulled along in his wake.
* * * *
It was quieter upstairs and romantically discreet. Sarah removed her jacket and settled into the comfortable private booth.
“I’ve missed you,” Maxwell said as he handed her a glass of champagne and bent his head to hers. His lips brushed the soft skin behind her ear, sending a shiver through her.
“What was that about downstairs?” she asked him.
“What was what about?” he replied disingenuously.
“You know what I’m talking about, back there with James. Was that a proprietary display?”
He shrugged. “You could put it that way, although alpha displays of dominance are not usually my style. I just wanted to ensure that there is no confusion where our…relationship is concerned.”
“How exactly do you see our relationship?” she asked.
She assessed him over her glass as he sat back and ran a hand through his hair. He looked good, dressed casually but smartly in Armani jeans and an open-necked white shirt, ankle propped across his knee in typical man style. His elbow rested on the back of the lounge, his Scotch glass dangling between two fingers. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at her.
“I would like to think that we are seeing each other, and if you agree with that assessment then I want it to be clear to others that that is the case.”
She smiled and swayed towards him seductively. “I like your assessment, Maxwell. After all, I’m not a girl who sleeps with just anyone.”
He smirked at
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