She shakes her head. “Have a drink with me? God, I need a drink.”
“Lead the way then,” I tell her.
She leads me into the room, and Mason and Max are on one end chatting. As soon as I step inside, Max’s eyes are on me, a small smile on his face.
Mason smacks the back of his head, getting his attention as we move toward the bar.
“He has been talking about you all morning. He missed you,” Olivia whispers as if it’s a secret.
It’s not. He has been texting me since he left this morning. He really wanted me to come with him, but I am ready to be done with the CFO position, so I have been training my replacement every chance I get.
I am hoping by the end of the month I can transition full time into the new position he created for me.
Chief of Hotel and Guest Relations.
It’s a similar position to the one the Astor Conglomerate offered me last year, but with our own twist. The only person I report to is the board. Not even Max. It’s the only way to keep things fair in the company.
Not that I mind. Having the power dynamics removed means no one can say there is any favoritism.
Not that anyone has said anything negative about our relationship. At least not within the company. Plenty of keyboard warriors had plenty to say, but I learned quickly not to read the comments.
Why let strangers have any influence on our relationship?
“I missed him too,” I tell Olivia, looking back at Max.
“I am so happy that you two are together.”
The bartender hands us each one of Chloe’s signature drinks as we head toward the guys.
“Not happier than I am,” I tell her, taking a sip of the drink.
I almost choke at how strong it is.
“I can tell,” Olivia says, taking her own sip.
She coughs, looking at the glass.
“What the fuck?” she hisses.
“There’s a reason Brantley doesn’t let her touch knives,” I tell her.
She shakes her head as we reach the guys. She hands her glass to Mason.
“Try it.”
He doesn’t even question it, taking a swig. I see the moment the taste hits his mouth. He grimaces as he swallows.
“Why does it burn?” he asks.
Max grabs me, pulling me to his side as he whispers in my ear. “Thank you for not making me drink whatever that is.”
I wink at him. “I need you sober later. I have plans for you.”
He smirks at me before pressing a kiss to my lips, “I can’t wait.”
“Okay, you two. Enough of that baby-making energy,” Mason warns as more people start to file in.
“Oh look. There’s Adrianna and Eli. Adri, over here,” Olivia yells.
