Max never gave me the impression that he was a manwhore. I guess it wasn’t in my nature to share. I was afraid to admit it to myself, but I was falling in love with him. It made no difference whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was what it was.
If Max was playing me for a fool, there was nothing I could do about it.
* * *
“Hey, handsome,” I said softly while standing in the doorway to his office.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Max grinned. “Come in. Oh, and close the door behind you.”
“I don’t know why we’re sneaking around,” I smiled after I sat down. “I’m sure everyone saw us sneaking off to your yacht.”
“True, but I didn’t want you to feel awkward.”
“I don’t. You?”
“Hell, no. I’d take you in the foyer if I had my way.”
I laughed.
“So, what brings you to my office? Need a quickie?” Max needled me.
“Hold your horses, Casanova. Definitely later, but for now, I need to ask you about the Rosenthal account. I see they’re flexing their muscles.”
“Indeed. Are you gonna rip ‘em a new one, councilor?” Max grinned.
“Absolutely. I love a good legal argument.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
The phone on Max’s desk rang.
“Excuse me for a sec, Babe,” he said and answered it.
Ah. Babe. I love that.
Max’s expression changed from easy and playful to that of irritation. Clearly, he wasn’t keen on whoever it was on the other side of the call.
I kept myself busy so he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. I got the feeling that he didn’t need an audience.
I could tell that he was angered, even though Max had switched to speaking Russian. I couldn’t follow the conversation, but I did make note of the name, Grigoriy. I made a mental note to scan the files so I could find out what the animosity was all about.
My lover was prissy after the call ended.
“Are you okay?” I asked, casually.
“Yeah. I’m sorry, Angel, but I need to make a few calls. Would you excuse me?”
“Of course.”
I kept my tone upbeat, but it bothered me. That was the thing about sleeping with someone. One automatically wanted to know everything about the person with whom you shared your body.
“Thanks. I’ll call you later.”
“Sure.”
I left Max’s office and returned to mine.
I was determined to find out more about the caller who had my lover all bent out of shape. Every woman has that small voice inside that whispers gently when things aren't quite right. Mine was prodding me with a fork.