Page 17 of Keeping My Wife
“Right.” My fingers dug into the hard planes of his chest. “Everyone would talk.”
“We can go into Saratoga and do it. Or down to Albany even.”
I nodded. “That would probably be smarter.”
“But?”
“But it would look more realistic if we did it here. For my grandmother’s lawyer.”
Sure. That was the important part. The lawyer.
What the hell are you doing, Max?
“Why are you doing this?” When he grinned, I narrowed my eyes. “Andnotthe charming answer.”
“You probably don’t want the real one, honey.”
“I told you not to call me honey.”
“That’s the problem. Iwantto call you honey.”
I took a step back. “This is just a business arrangement.”
“And I’m very aware of that. If that’s where you want it to stay, I’m happy to keep it platonic.”
“But you don’t want that?” Nerves jumped in my belly and something far too warm for my peace of mind.
“As teenagers, I always wondered what it would be like to be with you. As the man I am now, I’m still wondering.”
“Why?”
He laughed. “You’re a beautiful woman, Maxie. Do you have to really ask that?”
“Just because I’m physically attractive?”
“That’s the first level. Sorry to break it to you, guys can be very surface level.”
“So, you just want me because you think I’m hot?”
“I said first level. Attraction is always important.” He slipped an arm around my back and stepped into my space until we were chest to chest. “And it’s there. Between us. The buzz of the what ifs are between us. Don’t you want to find out if it’s something more?” His mouth hovered over mine. “Also, there’s nothing wrong with hot, sweaty sex just because two people are into it.”
I licked my lips. “I’m not ruled by my hormones.”
“Sometimes it’s fun.”
My heart raced and my traitorous nipples were definitely on board.
“We could be just this. Hot, sweaty sex for days in between the business.”
I swallowed.
Then he slowly retreated. “But if you’re not interested in that, I’m good with just being your friend who has the hots for you.”
Off-balanced, I grabbed for the counter.
He picked up his wine and walked around the kitchen island.
“Just like that? You can turn it off.” Exasperated and pissed, I picked up one of the dishes and put it in the sink.
