“You guess?”
“It was fine Jules, it was sex.”
She wasn’t surprised Max changed his mind but she was offended by his lackluster account of what they both knew was an amazing fuck. She folded her arms across her chest. “That’s strange because last night when you were calling me your filthy, prick-teasing slut you weren’t nearly so reserved.”
Max shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “What do you want me to say, Jules? Do you want me to tell you you’re a good lay?”
She narrowed her eyes. “IknowI’m a good lay. I just thought since we had fun last night, we’d do it again. You know, for entertainment.”
“Entertainment?”
She shrugged, feigning a casualness she wished she felt. “Yeah, your insane wolf-man body is kind of the only show going around right now.”
Max looked taken aback. “You’d be okay with that? Just…hooking up?”
“Do you actually think I can’t screw someone and not follow them around like Mary’s little lamb?”
“No.”
“Good, because this isn’t my first barbecue.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’ve made that abundantly clear.”
Julia squirmed under his furious gaze. It wasn’t fair how sexy he looked when he was being all stern and police officer-y. “So what’s your problem? Why are you being such a clit-tease?”
“Aclit-tease?” Max tapped a finger on the table. “Is that what you call what I did to you last night? Teasing?”
Julia smirked. “No, that was more like getting slowly torn apart and put back together again.”
“Well you’ll have to treasure the memories.”
“Are you sure? Because last night you said nothing was going to happen and four hours later you were fucking me unconscious.”
Wow, if she’d thought he was scowling before, it was nothing compared to what he was doing now.
“Don’t talk about this like it’s a game,” Max snarled. “Don’t keep telling me you want it to happen again.”
“I do want it to happen again. I want it to happen again a lot.”
“Oh yeah? What else do you want? Do you want my house, do you want one of my kidneys? Jesus Christ, we’ll be lucky if we get out of here with our jobs. You can’t keep making me fuck you in the fuckingevidence room.”
Julia resisted the urge to bring her forehead down on the table. “You know when I came to you last night I was freaked out by the mice. You didn’t have to respond by putting your dick inside me.”
“I know I didn’t.”
“Well, you should also know this buyer’s remorse is getting really old.”
He gripped his hair. “I know and I’m sorry. I just can’t believe I’ve done this again.”
“What are you talking about? Have you screwed another IT woman in the property office?”
“No, of course not.” Max stared at her, clearly weighing up how to continue. Julia’s stomach grew heavy and she realized what he was referring to. She picked up her pencil. “Okay, point taken, no more seductions. Let’s just stop talking about it.”
Max closed his eyes. “Jules…do you remember when we met?”
“You mean when I came to Brenthill?”
“No I meanthe night we met.”