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I dip my spoon into the chocolate, skimming it over the surface. A little curl of chocolate balls on the spoon. Max stirs a sugar cube and then another into his coffee, and as he does, a lovely coffee-and-cream smell enfolds us.
“You have such a sweet tooth,” I say, popping the chocolate mousse into my mouth.
Oh.
That’sgood.
My eyelashes flutter at the creamy, smooth richness.
Max smiles at the noise I make. “How do you know I have a sweet tooth? I was under the impression you don’t have any memories of me.”
“Oh.” I dip my spoon back into the mousse. “Well. I don’t. I just . . .”
Max tilts his head, taking in the way I shift uncomfortably in my chair and look around the brightly lit cabin. He lets out a surprised huff of air. “You don’t want to tell me something. I know this.” He points his finger at me. “I recognize this. Tell me.”
I sit still and frown at him. “I’d rather not.”
“Please.” He waves a hand. “Get it off your chest.”
I scoff. I don’t want to get it off my chest. I don’t want Max to know how much I noticed him.
Finally, I shrug. “It’s no big deal. It’s just when you clean someone’s house for years, you learn a lot about them.”
He blinks as if this wasn’t at all what he thought I was going to say. Then his expression takes on an interested light. “Really?”
I nod. Take a spoonful of mousse and shove it into my mouth. It’s smooth and decadent andso good.
“What do you know about me? What have you learned?” he asks, staring at my mouth.
I lift my fingers to my lips.
“Let me.” He reaches across the table and presses his thumb to the edge of my mouth, watching me as he slowly drags it across my lip. A hot tingle runs across my mouth, and I clench my thighs together when a tight, needy insistence coils inside me.
Max pulls his thumb from my mouth. There’s chocolate mousse on his skin. He takes it and slowly sucks the chocolate free.
“That is good.” And then, as if nothing at all just happened, he says, “You were about to tell me everything you know about me.”
“I was?”
He grins.
I set my spoon down, unable to eat while he’s smiling at me like that. “Fine. As long as you remember I’ve been cleaning your house for years. Anyone would notice these things.”
“Sure.” He takes a sip of coffee and then places his cup back on its saucer.
“Well, you have a sweet tooth.”
He nods and relaxes back into his chair.
I continue. “You love hazelnut and chocolate.”
His eyes light with surprise.
“I clean your refrigerator.”
“Ah.” He nods.
“You drink coffee with cream and sugar”—I gesture to his cup—“and you rarely stop at one cup. You like to have a French press next to you while you read. You read a lot of books at the same time because you get bored easily and you like to keep your mind active.”
