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desire standing the hairs on the nape of her neck on end. The tips of her breasts could almost feel the warmth of his chest — longed to feel it — and his musk confused her senses.  
    “Don’t you know?” he breathed into her ear. His cheek brushed her hair, and a lump rose in her throat. This can’t be happening , she thought. Why the hell not? screamed Paul’s voice in her head. He was right. Why the hell not?
    Her breath coming in shallow bursts and her heart thumping against her ribcage, Bethany lifted her face to his, meeting his hypnotic gaze. “Tell me,” she whispered.
    His luscious full lips curved upward. “Because from the moment I saw you, I knew it was you I wanted.”
    Bethany groaned at his words and pressed her body into his, drawing a matching groan from him. All thought left her brain as their lips touched.  
    Max pushed her back against the wall, as his fingers buried themselves in her hair. His mouth consumed hers, leaving her breathless and quivering with lust. A well of emotion bubbled inside of her, making her head spin and her heart pound uncontrollably. Never before had she felt this way about someone, especially someone she barely knew. She clutched at his shoulders and biceps, reveling in their bulk and reassuring herself that she wasn’t dreaming. She was having a hard time believing those arms were wrapped around her.
    And then they weren’t.  
    Bethany was left swaying against the wall when Max pulled himself away from her. It was clearly by sheer force of will because his desire for her was quite evident at the front of his jeans. She blinked in confusion.  
    She parted her lips to ask what had happened when he leaned in, gave her a peck and smiled. “Ready to eat?”
    No! she wanted to scream. Screw the food, let’s get busy!  
    Max grabbed her damp hand and led her outside to the grill. She was still dazed at the sudden stop to the festivities and could do nothing but follow him. He handed her a plate and served up a chunk of salmon and some grilled veggies he pulled from a foil packet. The salad on the table completed the meal.
    “So tell me more about yourself,” he said as he chomped on his salad, as if he hadn’t just planted the most mind-bending kiss on her lips. Bethany was still flabbergasted at the change of plans and was having a hard time composing herself. Max seemed to understand this and simply smirked at her, obviously taking pleasure in her discomfort, the brat.  
    “I, um, uh…”  
    Words escaped her. She took a long drink from her beer, glared at Max — who chuckled in response — and tried again.
    “Well, my life certainly isn’t as interesting as yours. After college, I needed a job to start paying back my student loans, so I took a ‘temporary’ gig working as a receptionist at an ad agency. Five years later and I’ve made it as far as marketing assistant, surfing a desk while my ass grows bigger every day.”
    “Mmm, lucky for me,” Max said, waggling his eyebrows at her. She blushed. It was weird to have a guy compliment her on her big butt, which is what she’d just been wishing for. This guy was a dream come true. Don’t screw this up, Bethany!
    “What did you study in school?”
    Bethany rolled her eyes, embarrassed that she was one of those people whose degrees didn’t match her career, such as it was. “What every clueless college student studies — psychology.”
    Max laughed but quickly grew serious. “You know, that’s not as useless as you might imagine. You have a deeper insight into how people tick than the average Joe…or Jane,” he conceded as she got visibly ruffled at the male-centric remark. “That can work to your advantage in lots of areas of your life.”
    She smiled weakly, thinking that maybe she should have analyzed herself somewhere along the line. But she was here now, enjoying a nice dinner with a sexy man who was apparently into her. Her pulse picked up and she suddenly warmed up at the knowledge.