handsome physique.
Max walked out of the closet, pulling a sweater over his head as he moved back toward the bed . Thankfully, gone was the towel, replaced by a pair of jeans that were almost worse than the towel for her peace of mind. That man could definitely fill out a pair of jeans, she thought.
“Why?” he asked, pulling the sweater down over his lean, muscular torso. He stopped only inches from where she was standing next to the bed.
“I…I just need to. Please understand,” she said, looking down at the floor.
Max was quiet for a moment as he surveyed her features, noting the color still tingeing her cheeks . Then he acquiesced . “Fine, but I’m driving you home. I tried to take you home last night but we couldn’t find your home address,” he said.
Tara pushed her hair out of her eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”
Max laughed. “Please, cause me this kind of trouble any time,” he said. “Have a cup of coffee and I’ll call my driver to take you home,” he said.
Tara longed for coffee to give her strength but needed to get away from him more urgently. Having coffee would me at least another fifteen minutes in his presence and she wasn’t sure what would happen in that time. “No, I don’t want you to do that. Pl e ase, I’ll just take a cab home.”
Max shook his head, not allowing any more arguments on the subject. “No way. Sit down, drink some coffee and I’ll call Jimmy. He’s probably downstairs pacing in boredom anyway.”
After two years of working for the man, she knew a firm order from Max when she heard it and so she gave in reluctantly. Tara poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa , but wouldn’t relax, perching herself on the edge instead of leaning back against the cushions . The coffee was wonderful and made her feel marginally better and she was grateful for whoever called him on the phone, thereby distracting Max from teasing or questioning her further . Just as she’d predicted, f ifteen minutes later, they were driving away in Max’s limousine toward her house.
Once there, Max walked her to the door. “Invite me inside, Tara ,” he said and leaned an arm on either side of her doorway.
She held the door, afraid of looking up into his handsome face, afraid of what her eyes might reveal in her weakened state. “Why?” she whispered.
“Because I want to see where you live,” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “And also because I’m going to kiss you goodbye and I’m guessing you don’t want your neighbors to see that.”
That last statement got her moving. It wasn’t because she wanted him to kiss her, she told herself. But she definitely didn’t want her neighbors to think there was something between her and the ta ll, dark man in her doorway. Sh e was relatively sure they wouldn’t recognize him as their Crown Prince but the limousine parked on the street was a big indicator of someone wealthy and powerful which would raise suspicions.
Tara ’s hand quickly unlocked the door, shaking the whole time. “You can’t kiss me,” she said as she stepped inside her small house, closing the door after he came inside , but also checking to make sure none of her neighbors were outside at this hour of the morning .
“Why not?” he asked, looking around her house curiously. “This is nice, cozy,” he said and wandered into her kitchen.
The house, which had seemed perfectly sized for h er own needs, looked incredibly small with Max inside it. He tended to dwarf any person beside him but now he was doing it to her house. “Thank you,” she said breathlessly , still leaning against the door as if her legs wouldn’t hold her. And it was possible that they wouldn’t since they were shaking in fear and anticipation . Just the thought of
Max walked out of the closet, pulling a sweater over his head as he moved back toward the bed . Thankfully, gone was the towel, replaced by a pair of jeans that were almost worse than the towel for her peace of mind. That man could definitely fill out a pair of jeans, she thought.
“Why?” he asked, pulling the sweater down over his lean, muscular torso. He stopped only inches from where she was standing next to the bed.
“I…I just need to. Please understand,” she said, looking down at the floor.
Max was quiet for a moment as he surveyed her features, noting the color still tingeing her cheeks . Then he acquiesced . “Fine, but I’m driving you home. I tried to take you home last night but we couldn’t find your home address,” he said.
Tara pushed her hair out of her eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”
Max laughed. “Please, cause me this kind of trouble any time,” he said. “Have a cup of coffee and I’ll call my driver to take you home,” he said.
Tara longed for coffee to give her strength but needed to get away from him more urgently. Having coffee would me at least another fifteen minutes in his presence and she wasn’t sure what would happen in that time. “No, I don’t want you to do that. Pl e ase, I’ll just take a cab home.”
Max shook his head, not allowing any more arguments on the subject. “No way. Sit down, drink some coffee and I’ll call Jimmy. He’s probably downstairs pacing in boredom anyway.”
After two years of working for the man, she knew a firm order from Max when she heard it and so she gave in reluctantly. Tara poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa , but wouldn’t relax, perching herself on the edge instead of leaning back against the cushions . The coffee was wonderful and made her feel marginally better and she was grateful for whoever called him on the phone, thereby distracting Max from teasing or questioning her further . Just as she’d predicted, f ifteen minutes later, they were driving away in Max’s limousine toward her house.
Once there, Max walked her to the door. “Invite me inside, Tara ,” he said and leaned an arm on either side of her doorway.
She held the door, afraid of looking up into his handsome face, afraid of what her eyes might reveal in her weakened state. “Why?” she whispered.
“Because I want to see where you live,” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “And also because I’m going to kiss you goodbye and I’m guessing you don’t want your neighbors to see that.”
That last statement got her moving. It wasn’t because she wanted him to kiss her, she told herself. But she definitely didn’t want her neighbors to think there was something between her and the ta ll, dark man in her doorway. Sh e was relatively sure they wouldn’t recognize him as their Crown Prince but the limousine parked on the street was a big indicator of someone wealthy and powerful which would raise suspicions.
Tara ’s hand quickly unlocked the door, shaking the whole time. “You can’t kiss me,” she said as she stepped inside her small house, closing the door after he came inside , but also checking to make sure none of her neighbors were outside at this hour of the morning .
“Why not?” he asked, looking around her house curiously. “This is nice, cozy,” he said and wandered into her kitchen.
The house, which had seemed perfectly sized for h er own needs, looked incredibly small with Max inside it. He tended to dwarf any person beside him but now he was doing it to her house. “Thank you,” she said breathlessly , still leaning against the door as if her legs wouldn’t hold her. And it was possible that they wouldn’t since they were shaking in fear and anticipation . Just the thought of
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