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belonged to Lily. If her luscious body wasn‘t a hint, her hair was

a dead giveaway and the copper color was a delicious contrast to

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?‖