the gown and the bare skin it showed as it dipped low down her
back. ―—Excuse me.‖ He said without sparing Melissa another
look and brushed by her as if she was a mere stranger.
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―What on earth—― she said watching him head toward
another woman. Her mouth fell open as he came up behind her
and slid his hand down to her lower back while bending down
and kissing her on the cheek. Immediately she reached into her
bag and pulled out her phone. Cybil should know that her
multimillionaire boyfriend was a busy man. Of course she was
hoping to hop into bed with him as easily as one two three, but
he just brushed her off for some unknown. Max King was
gorgeous and she‘d been lusting after him since Cybil brought
him to a party over a month ago. The man dripped sexual
perfection and she‘d heard rumours that he was a God between
the sheets.
When Lily entered the large room now crowded with
guests she had seen Max hovering by a model that she recognized
and instantly felt discouraged. She had a burst of reality and
remembered who he really was to the public, to women and that
she was no less than insignificant. She didn‘t leave him alone for
twenty minutes and one of the world‘s top models had zeroed in
on him like a bee to honey. Turning she went to the bar and got a
glass of wine while watching the couple.
The woman was leaning into him and she knew Max was
having fake lashes batting at him and getting a none too subtle
invitation. She tipped her glass and swallowed the contents, set
it down and ordered another.
She was on her third glass when she felt a warm hand
slide down the bare skin of her back.
―Hiding?‖ Max said while bending and brushing his
mouth across her cheek, ―My God woman, you could stop the
rain with that dress.‖ He murmured in her ear before he lifted his
head. Then he saw the glass of wine, ―What is this? You don‘t
drink.‖
―I‘m starting a new sin.‖ She said taking a large swallow
not looking at him.
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―You don‘t even have any old ones.‖ He straightened and
looked down at her trying to examine her tone. Finally he
nodded, ―I presume you saw me with Miss Lake.‖ It wasn‘t a
statement.
She shrugged and looked at him over the rim of the glass.
―Okay, that‘s enough.‖ He said softly while taking the
glass out of her hand. She had a good grip on it so it took a few
tugs and a stern look.
She placed a hand on her hip, ―you know,‖ she whispered
harshly.‖ It‘s not easy keeping up this mock engagement when
you have women throwing themselves at you.‖ Slowly he smiled.
It was sinfully devilish. ―Stop that, it‘s not helping.‖ She averted
her gaze feeling silly at the wave of jealousy she just experienced.
By rights he couldn‘t‘ help it, he was a force to be reckoned with
wearing that expensive tuxedo and it wasn‘t like he openly
encouraged them.
―Let‘s dance.‖ He said taking her hand and leading her
toward the crowded dance floor. She wanted to resist him , she
really did, but he looked so distinguished in that tuxedo and
combined with the wine she felt oddly warm and submissive.
Before she could respond Max turned her about and
clasped her body tight to his.
―I hate you.‖ She mumbled.
―no you don‘t.‖ he mused pressing his hand into the
small of her back and rubbing his thumb sensuously over bare
skin.
She did, she really did. She had no control over her body
around him and it seemed as if even her emotions betrayed her.
Now he knew that she was horribly jealous. Yet, he insisted on
dancing with her. Max didn‘t like petty emotions from women
especially after he dropped Cybil from the display she did.
However, they weren‘t in a relationship and she had the
advantage of being the little sister of his best friend so chances
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were, he was humouring her. That thought just made her angrier
and it must‘ve been visible in her expression because he bent his
head to examine her eyes.
―Stop it honey, there‘s no need to be jealous.‖
―I know.‖ She didn‘t deny it. It was too darn obvious. He
was just confirming her previous thoughts that he was placating
her.
―Do you?‖
She lifted her eyes to his as he turned her about, ―I‘m
being silly. I know I am, but I can‘t help but let it bother me Max.
I know this is just a game to you, but I‘m in trouble.‖
―Is that right?‖ He said staring down at her letting his
smile falter. ―Is this the wine talking?‖
―No, the wine just eliminated my resistance to tell you.‖
She confessed feeling like she just stepped off a cliff while eyeing