“I’m still not seeing the problem here. Handsome man, good sex, orgasms…”
“I don’t mix business with pleasure. It’s not professional.” I interrupt Mhairi from rhyming off all the pros about Max.
“And you’ve told him this?”
I nod. “Yes. I wanted to get us both on the same page, no blurred lines.”
Mhairi sighs, rips open the free prawn crackers, and stuffs one into her mouth in an unladylike way. “You’ve just said he gave you the best O of your life, right?”
“Right.”
“And you can’t stop thinking about him.”
“Right again.”
“Babe, when was the last time you had sex with a person.”
I blow out a large puff of air. “Nigel.”
Mhairi chokes on her food and laughs. “Good old Nige would have had more luck digging to China than flicking your bean and finding your G-Spot. You said so yourself.”
“Stop it,” I laugh.
Nigel was a great guy. He was a lawyer. He was loyal, friendly, and smart, but the sex was just mediocre. I thought the sex scenes I read about in books were purely fictional. I didn’t think they could happen in real life. Not even B.O.B gives me that kind of orgasm.
“Do you want my opinion?”
“Nope, but you’re going to give it anyway.” I laugh.
“True.” She stabs her plate ferociously. “Go get laid, baby girl. Men like Max don’t come along every day. Most men are selfish bastards when it comes to sex. They wouldn’t know one end of a woman’s body from the other even if they had a manual. This guy sounds like he knows a thing or two.”
I’m hot and bothered just thinking about Max and what he can do with his expert hands and thrusting groin. How am I ever going to be able to work alongside him and not get flashbacks of last night? I’m going to be a raging, burning mess every time he’s in proximity. I’m going to be counting down the minutes every day until I can get home to relieve myself.
“I’ve told him there will not be a repeat performance of last night, and I meant it, Mhairi. I can’t do it.”
“I’m going to put a bet on how long it takes him to get in your knickers again.”
I throw a prawn cracker at her, and she catches it. “Stop it. You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side; it doesn’t mean I can’t tell you when you’re wrong.”
I sigh. “It isn’t just me this could affect. This job will set the business up for a long time. I won’t have to worry about finding more clients to keep us ticking over. Most of my staff are single parents and students. They need the money.”
“Who are you trying to convince with this bullshit, babe? Me or yourself?”
“I’m just telling you how it is. I’m teaching my brain that whatever happened with Max willnothappen again.”
My phone pings from my bag and I reach over to grab it. The moment I see an email in my inbox from Max, my heart rate picks up. What am I saying? My heart rate has been on overdrive since I saw Max today.
“It’s an email from Max.”
“Open it.”
From: Maxwell
To: Alexa
Subject: Contract
