hands came up and touched his chest, needing to feel the heat of his body. Dan slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him, allowing her to feel his pent up need. She wanted more, her body aching to be one with him, to make love with him. She gasped as he drew back, he smiled down at her, then whispered in her ear, "Sweet dreams, Max. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll be on my best behaviour."
Speechless, she watched him walk away. Taking in the firmness of his butt, and the easy way he moved. All she could ask herself was what exactly his best behaviour was, and whether she was capable of getting through an evening in his company without asking him to kiss her again.
Chapter Five
"Oh my! What happened to you?" Robin stared at her, but it was not enough to stop Max grinning.
"Nothing." There was no way she was ready to divulge the details of last night.
"Don't give me that. You didn't sleep with him already? I thought that was just the trial run before tonight."
"No. I did not sleep with him. We had a nice time, that's all."
"I've seen your face after you've had a nice time. That is not your nice time face."
"We had fun. He was different to what I expected."
"I can see it was a good kind of different. My friend told me he was good, but not that good."
"We talked, we laughed. And we danced."
"Oh, Max, you're falling for him. Please don't tell me you're falling for him. His the hired help, not your boyfriend."
Max didn't want to hear what she knew to be the truth, she wanted to spend a day in her fantasy world first. Then tonight in his company, knowing tomorrow she would feel terrible, worse because she would have paid to be dumped in a way. "Don't worry. I'm not falling for him, it was great to get out though. To talk to a man about something other than percentages and interest."
"OK. That I can relate to. So is he going with you tonight? Did he pass the test?"
"With flying colours. A good job because we saw Phil at Brantana’s."
"Phil from work Phil. Phil, look at how gorgeous my wife is, Phil?"
"Oh yes. And Dan really stirred it up between him and his perfect wife."
"Dan? I thought his name was Drake."
"It is, or it was. I think that's just the name he uses." She knew she sounded like a breathless school girl talking about her latest crush.
Robin frowned. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
"Yes. Of course. After all it was your idea, and you tell me yours are always good."
"But we don't know much about him, and this is an important dinner."
"You should have thought about that before you set it up."
"I know. Now I'm thinking it was stupid."
"All your best ideas usually are. No offence. But I think we're safe with this one. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Oh I don't know, you get made to look a fool."
"I'm used to it." Max came around the kitchen to stand next to Robin. "Whatever happens, thank you for making me do this. It's shown me that I need to get out there and date. I can't live my whole life with only work as my companion."
"You won't. You'll have me."
"Great. So when we're like this at sixty do we have to admit to being lesbians?"
"God no. I intend to be still inviting men home way into my seventies."
Max wrinkled her nose. "Gross."
"Maybe that's how I'll die."
Max stuck her fingers in her ears. "Lalalala, I don't want to hear it."
"Oh, come on Max. Death by wrinkly sex."
"I am going for a shower," Max said, still with her fingers in her ears, but laughing at the thought of her and Robin still living together into their dotage. Although it wasn't so much funny, more sad. If Max didn't get a move on and find a man, that might be exactly where they would be.
***
Dressed in her sensible business suit, it was hard for Max to believe last night had actually happened. Catching a look in the mirror told her the truth. Her eyes sparkled, a smile played across her lips, and her shoes must have sprouted springs overnight.
"I'll see you later," Max called to
Speechless, she watched him walk away. Taking in the firmness of his butt, and the easy way he moved. All she could ask herself was what exactly his best behaviour was, and whether she was capable of getting through an evening in his company without asking him to kiss her again.
Chapter Five
"Oh my! What happened to you?" Robin stared at her, but it was not enough to stop Max grinning.
"Nothing." There was no way she was ready to divulge the details of last night.
"Don't give me that. You didn't sleep with him already? I thought that was just the trial run before tonight."
"No. I did not sleep with him. We had a nice time, that's all."
"I've seen your face after you've had a nice time. That is not your nice time face."
"We had fun. He was different to what I expected."
"I can see it was a good kind of different. My friend told me he was good, but not that good."
"We talked, we laughed. And we danced."
"Oh, Max, you're falling for him. Please don't tell me you're falling for him. His the hired help, not your boyfriend."
Max didn't want to hear what she knew to be the truth, she wanted to spend a day in her fantasy world first. Then tonight in his company, knowing tomorrow she would feel terrible, worse because she would have paid to be dumped in a way. "Don't worry. I'm not falling for him, it was great to get out though. To talk to a man about something other than percentages and interest."
"OK. That I can relate to. So is he going with you tonight? Did he pass the test?"
"With flying colours. A good job because we saw Phil at Brantana’s."
"Phil from work Phil. Phil, look at how gorgeous my wife is, Phil?"
"Oh yes. And Dan really stirred it up between him and his perfect wife."
"Dan? I thought his name was Drake."
"It is, or it was. I think that's just the name he uses." She knew she sounded like a breathless school girl talking about her latest crush.
Robin frowned. "Are you sure this is such a good idea?"
"Yes. Of course. After all it was your idea, and you tell me yours are always good."
"But we don't know much about him, and this is an important dinner."
"You should have thought about that before you set it up."
"I know. Now I'm thinking it was stupid."
"All your best ideas usually are. No offence. But I think we're safe with this one. What's the worst that can happen?"
"Oh I don't know, you get made to look a fool."
"I'm used to it." Max came around the kitchen to stand next to Robin. "Whatever happens, thank you for making me do this. It's shown me that I need to get out there and date. I can't live my whole life with only work as my companion."
"You won't. You'll have me."
"Great. So when we're like this at sixty do we have to admit to being lesbians?"
"God no. I intend to be still inviting men home way into my seventies."
Max wrinkled her nose. "Gross."
"Maybe that's how I'll die."
Max stuck her fingers in her ears. "Lalalala, I don't want to hear it."
"Oh, come on Max. Death by wrinkly sex."
"I am going for a shower," Max said, still with her fingers in her ears, but laughing at the thought of her and Robin still living together into their dotage. Although it wasn't so much funny, more sad. If Max didn't get a move on and find a man, that might be exactly where they would be.
***
Dressed in her sensible business suit, it was hard for Max to believe last night had actually happened. Catching a look in the mirror told her the truth. Her eyes sparkled, a smile played across her lips, and her shoes must have sprouted springs overnight.
"I'll see you later," Max called to
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