hard.
“I think I need some air and some water.” She stated eyeing a nearby door that looked like it went outdoors.
“Follow me,” he stated grabbing her hand tightly.
But their escape was interrupted by a flirty group of older socialites. The spokesperson from the group was a flamboyant, Long Island beauty who didn’t look like she took “no” for an answer.
“Mr. King, we need to speak with you. I am sure your beautiful date won’t mind if we steal you for a few minutes. You see the ladies of our organization have heard a lot about you and we would love to have you emcee our next fundraiser.” She stated with her hands on her wide hips.
Kaya turned her head and giggled. She knew Max was annoyed but she also understood this was a part of his job.
“Max, I’ll wait for you near the door.” She whispered sweetly in his ear. The warmth of her breath near his flesh made her graceful departure even harder. “Don’t worry, I will be right there.” He uttered seductively.
***
Fifteen minutes later, she saw him strolling confidently towards her with a cup of water in one hand and a naughty grin plastered on his face. Giving him a small smile, she shifted back and forth in her dress trying to shake off her nerves. They seemed so far away yet they were so close. His eyes scanned over her body, from head to toe, forcing her to lean against the exit door for moral support. She felt like a kid again as he sought her out like a predator in the wild.
But their moment was suddenly interrupted when a beautiful, tall long-legged model with wavy, dark locks approached him. Her short, red, strapless gown and black, fuck-me heels, was definitely an attention grabber. And so was she. She stood there, in his space, soaking him in like a sponge. The model’s entire body language read she wanted to kiss him and do so much more. But Max was uninterested, and kept his eyes glued on the one woman who could still shake him to his core.
“Hello Max King,” the model stated in a deep Russian accent.
Max wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“Look, I’m not sure who put you up to this but I’m not interested,” he uttered to the stranger who seemed unfazed by it all.
Kaya stood there frozen, stuck between humiliation and rejection as she watched the entire scene unfold. Max saw the look of anguish on Kaya’s face and darted past the woman to her. Kaya however quickly bolted out of the door. When he finally reached her she was ice cold.
“That wasn’t what it looked like Kaya. I promise you, I don’t know who she was,” he explained as he approached her in the chilly air.
“I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me at all.” She lied.
“Well it matters to me,” he stated firmly. A muscle flexed on his forehead, “I know you think you know who I am but I keep telling you I am not the same jerk you remember. I thought you and I were honestly having a good time tonight. Please don’t allow something outside of my control to end that,” he said with pleading eyes.
Her voice was low as she spoke again, “I know we had an agreement but I am getting tired and I think I am ready to go home. We have two months ahead of us and I think we both need some rest.”
His eyes became dark. She could tell he wanted to protest, explain more, but decided to let it go.
“Alright, fine, whatever, I’ll take you home!”
***
Their entire car ride back to her apartment took place in silence. It was quieter than the one coming. The event organizer had arranged transportation for Max so they didn’t have to wait for a cab. A million thoughts scurried through Kaya’s head, but the loudest thought was that she was an adult now and she needed to handle this situation differently. The problem was she just didn’t know how.
When they arrived at her apartment, Max hopped out of the car, tipped the driver and headed to her unit. Kaya hadn’t invited him inside but for some reason the tension was so thick that she didn’t say
“I think I need some air and some water.” She stated eyeing a nearby door that looked like it went outdoors.
“Follow me,” he stated grabbing her hand tightly.
But their escape was interrupted by a flirty group of older socialites. The spokesperson from the group was a flamboyant, Long Island beauty who didn’t look like she took “no” for an answer.
“Mr. King, we need to speak with you. I am sure your beautiful date won’t mind if we steal you for a few minutes. You see the ladies of our organization have heard a lot about you and we would love to have you emcee our next fundraiser.” She stated with her hands on her wide hips.
Kaya turned her head and giggled. She knew Max was annoyed but she also understood this was a part of his job.
“Max, I’ll wait for you near the door.” She whispered sweetly in his ear. The warmth of her breath near his flesh made her graceful departure even harder. “Don’t worry, I will be right there.” He uttered seductively.
***
Fifteen minutes later, she saw him strolling confidently towards her with a cup of water in one hand and a naughty grin plastered on his face. Giving him a small smile, she shifted back and forth in her dress trying to shake off her nerves. They seemed so far away yet they were so close. His eyes scanned over her body, from head to toe, forcing her to lean against the exit door for moral support. She felt like a kid again as he sought her out like a predator in the wild.
But their moment was suddenly interrupted when a beautiful, tall long-legged model with wavy, dark locks approached him. Her short, red, strapless gown and black, fuck-me heels, was definitely an attention grabber. And so was she. She stood there, in his space, soaking him in like a sponge. The model’s entire body language read she wanted to kiss him and do so much more. But Max was uninterested, and kept his eyes glued on the one woman who could still shake him to his core.
“Hello Max King,” the model stated in a deep Russian accent.
Max wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“Look, I’m not sure who put you up to this but I’m not interested,” he uttered to the stranger who seemed unfazed by it all.
Kaya stood there frozen, stuck between humiliation and rejection as she watched the entire scene unfold. Max saw the look of anguish on Kaya’s face and darted past the woman to her. Kaya however quickly bolted out of the door. When he finally reached her she was ice cold.
“That wasn’t what it looked like Kaya. I promise you, I don’t know who she was,” he explained as he approached her in the chilly air.
“I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me at all.” She lied.
“Well it matters to me,” he stated firmly. A muscle flexed on his forehead, “I know you think you know who I am but I keep telling you I am not the same jerk you remember. I thought you and I were honestly having a good time tonight. Please don’t allow something outside of my control to end that,” he said with pleading eyes.
Her voice was low as she spoke again, “I know we had an agreement but I am getting tired and I think I am ready to go home. We have two months ahead of us and I think we both need some rest.”
His eyes became dark. She could tell he wanted to protest, explain more, but decided to let it go.
“Alright, fine, whatever, I’ll take you home!”
***
Their entire car ride back to her apartment took place in silence. It was quieter than the one coming. The event organizer had arranged transportation for Max so they didn’t have to wait for a cab. A million thoughts scurried through Kaya’s head, but the loudest thought was that she was an adult now and she needed to handle this situation differently. The problem was she just didn’t know how.
When they arrived at her apartment, Max hopped out of the car, tipped the driver and headed to her unit. Kaya hadn’t invited him inside but for some reason the tension was so thick that she didn’t say
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