Page 28 of Maximum Dare
Warmth curled around my bum—the seat was heated. We were driving through London in the lap of luxury, but it would have been easy to look at Max and forget everything. He was that alluring. The smile he gave me when he sensed I was staring his way was so damn sexy. It made my insides curl with pleasure.
My face broke into a grin…
It was turning out to be the best day ever since my life imploded. Right up until Max stopped in front of Sunny’s, my optometrist. Deflated, I realized he was just trying to shake off the guilt he felt for breaking my glasses.
“Your aunt told me this is where you got your last pair.” He gave me a satisfied smile. “Your prescription will be on record, I imagine.”
“You’re buying me…” I stated the obvious, shaking my head.
“It’s the right thing to do.”
“But it’s completely unnecessary.”
“I insist, Daisy. You were trying to catch up with Nick when I got in your way.”
“You left out the harassment bit.”
“Carl ushered you aside…”
“Ushered?”
“It’s our story and we’re sticking to it,” he said, giving me a wink.
I let out a sigh.
“This should make us even.” He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to cooperate.
I fought back my disappointment. At least I’d have new glasses.
Inside the store, Max walked along the aisles ahead of me perusing the collection. He lifted a pair of sunglasses off the display case and tried them on, turning to see my reaction. He put them back and continued to move around the store, cheerfully picking up spectacles to examine them.
He found a pair of sunglasses with blacked out frames and put them on. He rocked the look. “Olá!”
“Are you going to get them?”
Max looked surprised as he took them off. “No, we’re here for you.”
I was still feeling some guilt over the secret crush I had on him—though I would never risk my connection to Nick. Deep down I held on to the hope we would one day reconcile. But Max was charismatic and being with him made my evening bearable.
Glancing over at the shop assistant, I saw I wasn’t the only one ogling the cutie studying the display of fashionable eyewear. Max was now over in the designer section, viewing the selection with interest.
I hurried over. “These are very expensive.”
Max studied the price tag. “These are okay.”
“Those over there are on sale.” I pointed toward the other end of the store.
He narrowed his focus on the bargains. “I can’t be seen with you if you wear any of those.”
“That section is where I got my last pair!”
Max chuckled, then lifted a pair of fancy looking frames off the panel and handed them over. “Try these.”
Blinking up at him, I let him ease the new frames on my face, his warm fingers trailing over my cheeks.
He took a step back and studied me. “No.”
“Why?” I liked the way they looked.
