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“I doubt that.”
“C’mon, Nick is half in love with you already. Dex might be a little scared, but he’s a fraidy-cat with women, anyway. You can win him over. Put on something short and sexy and come out with us.”
The way his brown eyes hold mine makes it impossible to refuse. “Give me a few minutes.”
“Okay, good, because…” He trails off, dropping his gaze and I know there’s something else he’s not telling me. “Well, because this is kind of my room, too.”
He can’t be serious.
“There’s only two bedrooms in this condo. I booked the one with four, but there was a miscommunication, and the double isn’t available for us.”
I don’t mention his father even though I get the sense the miscommunication is more like Dalton Steele took away the condo to inconvenience Max and his friends.
He seems the petty sort.
“I could sleep on the couch—” Max offers.
“Or I could.”
“No. You can’t. I dragged you all the way down here—”
“You didn’t drag me.”
“I made you do me a favour.”
“In return for doing one for me.” And it was a big one, so the least I can do is share the bed with him.
Besides, how bad could it be?
Ihave always prided myself on how quickly I get ready, but this time I impress myself. Eleven minutes from when the door closed on Max to when I walked into the living room to find Max lounging on the couch and Nick and Dexter nowhere in sight.
“Wow.” Max’s eyes widen as he sees me.
“It’s not short,” I warn him.
“But it’s sexy as hell.” I had pulled on a dark blue maxi dress with a halter neckline and a slit up to my thigh and loosened my ponytail to let my hair flow down my back. “Wow. You need more wine,” he says as he notices my empty glass.
“I’ll need a lot to get through this night.”
“Why do you say that?” he asks as he heads for the refrigerator.
“I’m not good with friends,” I admit, settling on the couch.
“Your own or other people's?”
“Both. There’s not much time for a social life for me.”
“That’s about to change.” Max returns with my glass—a very generous pour, I’m happy to see, and a small bowl of potato chips. “We’re here in paradise, so there’s no need to be tense.”
“It is very nice.” I glance around the condo, at the balcony overlooking the beach—white sand and the most brilliant turquoise water. The sun is low in the sky and I’m sure it will be an amazing sunset. “But I’m not tense.”
“No? Good. Let’s make sure.” Max sets his beer on the low table before me and plops down beside me. And then he grabs my ankles and swings my legs up onto the cushions.
“What are you—oh, my god,” I groan as his thumbs press into the arch of my foot. “You can’t do that.” I sag against the arm of the couch.
“Why not, when it clearly feels so good? Besides, it’s my secret talent.” Max winks as his thumbs move along the bottom of my foot. “I give the best foot rubs.”
“Because of my feet.” I try to pull them away, but Max starts at the toes of my right foot, massaging with his thumbs and fingers and threatening to make my eyes roll back into my head. “I don’t like my feet,” I manage.
