Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
After a period of time most definitely longer than it should have been, I blinked myself out of my stupor and cleared my throat. “Umm…” But I couldn’t for the life of me remember what I was going to say or why I was even in his room.
“Did you…need me?” Max lifted a brow, a slight smirk on his face.
I tried to look anywhere but at his gorgeous body. Yet he was just so right there and vividly beautiful. It seemed a waste not to enjoy the view. Plus, I didn’t think he’d mind. Nevertheless, while I was busy trying to find a safe landing place for my eyes, I saw the leather wallet in my hand.
“Oh!” I held it up. “The spa sent up your wallet. You must’ve left it there. That’s why I was in your room. I heard the knock at the door.”
“Damn, and here I thought maybe you’d come to help me dry off.”
“Uhh… Our food will be here soon.”
Max moved closer. He ran his knuckles along my throat. “We could skip it, and I’ll eat something else.”
Oh my.
The large suite suddenly felt small as Max watched me. I really wanted to just rip the towel off the man. But then another knock came at the door.
I shook my head and cleared my throat. “I’ll get it. It’s probably dinner.”
Max smiled ruefully. “Shame. My idea sounded much better.”
CHAPTER 13
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Max
“If I’d known dinner was going to be this fancy, I would’ve dressed a little nicer,” I said stepping back out of the bathroom in sweats and a T-shirt.
“I kind of liked your outfit before.” Georgia smiled.
“Oh yeah?” I thumbed toward the bathroom. “I’d be happy to change back.”
She laughed. “I’m sure you would. But come on, let’s eat. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw the food. It looks delicious, and how beautiful is this table? Bone china, sterling silver, crystal—it’s nicer than most restaurants.” Georgia pointed to the middle of the table. “They even brought candles.”
There was a small box of wooden matches next to them. I walked over and picked them up. “Mind if I light these and lose the lights?”
“No, I think that would be perfect.”
Georgia looked gorgeous lit by only the flame from the candle. I’d ordered two bottles of wine, so I poured us each a glass and settled in. She’d ordered ravioli, and I got the steak, but we wound up sharing our plates again.
“I know I said this earlier, but I had such a good time today,” she said. “Thank you again for planning everything. I still can’t get over that my hair is red right now.”
“I had a good time, too. But considering I enjoyed myself when I came over while you were sick, I’m pretty sure it’s the company rather than the plans that I like.”
She smiled. “Can I ask you something?”
I shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
Georgia shook her head. “Why in the world are you single? I mean, you’re attentive, thoughtful, funny—and you can clearly wear the hell out of a white towel.”
I smiled. “Thank you. But I’m not always so attentive. In fact, I’ve been accused of being just the opposite on more than one occasion. My last girlfriend told me I made her feel neglected, that she was never a priority. It was probably our biggest issue during the time we were together.”
“Really?”
I nodded.
“Were you…always like that with her? Or did things just sort of wane a bit?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think I was any different in the beginning. But she might have a different opinion if you asked her what went wrong.”
Georgia was quiet for a moment.
I could see she wanted to say something. “What are you thinking about right now?” I asked.
She shook her head. “You’re really good at reading me. I was wondering if things changed…you know, after you slept together?”
I shook my head. “We slept together on the first date, so I don’t think so. I take it you’re worried that if we sleep together, you’ll wake up to a different guy the next morning?”
“I guess I’m just trying to figure out what the catch is. How you can be this great and yet you’re single?”
I looked into her eyes. “Maybe I just didn’t find the right woman yet.”
Georgia chewed that bottom lip of hers. I wanted to bite it in the worst way. “What else are you thinking about right now, Georgia?”
“Honestly?”
“Of course.”
She lifted her wine and drank half the glass, then took a deep breath in and let it out. “I don’t want to go back to my room tonight. I really want to be with you, Max.”
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Very.”
“Then get your ass over here.”
Georgia smiled. “But you’re not done with your dinner.”
“You’re right.” I tossed my napkin on the table, crooked a finger, and stood. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”