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“Again, let’s not worry about that.” His lips reach mine for a chaste kiss. “Any other questions?” he whispers and I shake my head. The simple brush of his lips makes me forget what else was in the article. I’ll learn about Max organically like all other new relationships.
Not long after eating our room service food, we pack up to head to the venue. Max reaches for the door handle but doesn’t turn it. Instead, he whips around and pulls me into his body. His grip tightens around my waist and he kisses me until I’m gasping for breath. When he lets go of me, I brace myself with a hand on the wall after our passionate exchange, needing to find my balance before I can walk.
His wicked smile and the gleam in his eyes makes my knees weak. No man has ever looked at me like Max does. Dominating, desire and genuine interest all wound up tight within steel-blue eyes. When he’s with me, his attention never waivers making me feel worshipped. It’s an addictive quality.
“That’ll have to last me until I can sneak into your dressing room.” He winks and walks out, leaving me still breathless. The thought doesn’t help dull the craving, it just intensifies it. Thinking of him bending me over the couch in my dressing room, taking me from behind, fast and hard. I groan out of frustration.
“Dammit, Sydney. If you don’t stop thinking about Max, you’ll run out of dry underwear,” I whisper to myself.
I grab my bag off the floor and meet Max’s amusing smile in the hallway. “You can always go without.” He wags his brows.
Slapping his arm, I roll my eyes. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He waits for the door to close all the way before we leave. “So, if I can’t have any secrets, how am I ever going to plan a surprise party for you?” I joke as we walk down the long corridor to the elevator. His hand brushes against mine and I want to slip my fingers through his. The uncertainty of what happens after the tour always stops me. Except, our month is almost up and I’m positive he won’t allow me an extension to figure it out.
Max presses the down button, staring at the silver doors in deep thought. The elevator dings and the doors open. Typical Max waits for me to enter before he does. As soon as the doors close, he answers without humor, “You don’t.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Max
“When you’re settled back, we should have dinner.”
I stare at the five-foot-nine, scrawny guy wearing a suit with pants that are too short. I remember when I was in school and guys would grow out of their pants, revealing what color socks they were wearing. Those are the kids that got made fun of. Since when did high waters and loafers with no socks become the in thing? And what the fuck is he asking Sydney out to dinner for?
She awkwardly laughs, sending me a quick glance back. I raise a brow, wondering what her next move will be. She breaks our contact, turning her attention to Mr. Highwaters. I’m standing a couple feet away from her because I’m supposed to be the bodyguard. She has till the end of this week to fix that because this sucks.
“Digby, we should. I’ll give you a call.”
Digby? What the fuck kind of name is that? I’m surprised this guy made it out of high school alive. I glare at the guy, fisting my hands in my slacks as he stares at her with inappropriate thoughts. The quick drop of his eyes to her boobs might not have been caught by Sydney, but it sure the hell was by me. He might not make it out of here alive.
“It was great seeing you again. We’ll talk soon,” Syd says. Over my dead body. He leans forward giving her a kiss on each cheek.
“Ciao, Sky.” He spins on his loafers and walks away, having no idea how close he came to losing those lips. I tinker with the small knife inside my pocket. Sydney turns, smiling at someone behind me, sending up a quick wave.
“Max,” she says through a smile. “Please calm down. I can sense your anger.”
I level my shoulders, releasing my fists and step next to her. “I wouldn’t be angry if I was by your side,” I say under my breath. And dipshit Digby wasn’t flirting with you. She tips her chin up, a look of remorse flitters across her face. “Sorry,” I sigh, dropping my head. This isn’t the time to be having this conversation. Or the time for me to make her feel bad. Rather, she should celebrate her first successful tour. The label is throwing a party for Preston and Sky, welcoming them home. And she deserves the party, not my misplaced jealousy.
She’d never go for someone named Digby, anyway.
“I’ll go get a drink at the bar.” I motion to the cash bar at the other side of the party.
“I’d rather you be by me,” she whispers.
Despite wanting to hear those words, they piss me off. “I can’t be by you and not touch you. I won’t be far.” I flash a small smile and wink, masking my irritation. At the bar, watching her from afar, the night she got engaged to Damon slams into me. I try to swallow the distaste in my mouth, hating that I’m comparing that night to right now.
That night she was a regret. Tonight, she’s my future.
I just need to find the right solution for both of us, considering our living situations are on two different coasts. There is no way in hell I’ll let that put a wedge in between us.
“Stop brooding, Max. You should be excited, your girl is finished with the tour,” Graham says, patting me on the back, then ordering a dirty martini. As soon as he gets it, he pops an olive in his mouth, putting two left on the toothpick back in the glass. He lifts his glass to toast and I clink my beer bottle against it.
“That I can drink to.” Graham leans against the bar in his bright blue suit and yellow bow tie, scanning the crowd. It amazes me how much brighter Los Angeles is compared to New York City.
“So, what happens next?” he asks without looking at me.
I glance at him over the top of my beer, then wipe the excess off my lip. “I would think you’d be better equipped to answer what is next for Sky than I would.” He gives me an incredulous stare.
“You know what I mean.” I shake my head and shrug, not assuming anything. “You and Sky?”
