‘Yes, Liam, it is. Tougher than you can possibly imagine.’ Maxima couldn’t believe she said those words out loud. Liam looked so hurt at her words that she wanted to take them back. Say something else… a white lie, maybe. But Maxima was essentially an honest person, and tough didn’t even begin to describe what it was going to be like to spend an entire weekend with Liam when everyone thought they were an engaged couple. It was bad enough to share an apartment that he was rarely in. What would it be like if they had to share a room? Or the same bed? The kiss was still tingling on her lips, and in truth, she’d barely tasted the food she’d worked so hard preparing. All Maxima could taste was Liam. If she could turn the experience of kissing him into a flavor, she’d be the most successful caterer in history. Who could resist the taste of passion? Why hadn’t she said ‘no’ when this ridiculous charade was first suggested
'I would love to see you, Billie. What is stopping you from meeting me?’ She stared at the words glaring at her from her computer screen.“Yes, Billie. What the hell is stopping you from meeting this wonderful, sweet man? Haven’t you had enough of losers? What the hell is wrong with you, girl?” she asked herself bitterly, then left the cursor blinking and went in search of something to eat. There were all the obvious reasons, like men in general being bad news. The men, her clients, ended up divorcing, men like the current scumbag who’d hidden his assets offshore along with his current girlfriend. Or the male lawyers she spent too much time with… Or Liam, her own brother, whom she loved dearly, who’d rather invent a fantasy fiancée than try to have a relationship with a real woman. Returning with a doggie bag of Maxima’s treats, Billie sat back down at her computer desk. Oreo, the black-and-white cat she’d found rooting around in the garbage three y
‘Do you even know she fell in love with you from the first moment she saw you? All those years ago, up until she went away, that amazing woman had been in love with you!’ Billie’s words spun round and round in his head like the lyrics of a song. And they kept tormenting his brain endlessly, bringing to the surface all kinds of emotions he’d thought long-lost and forgotten. ‘In love with you…’ Liam wasn’t so damn clueless like his sister thought he was. He’d always suspected that Maxima felt something for him. He thought she had a huge crush. Because… who didn’t have a crush on him at that time? Whenever he was home from college, Billie’s high school friends would come around their house with crazy excuses just to see him. It was an injection of self-esteem. Maxima was a normal presence, so he never saw that as a sign of something more than it was: Billie’s best friend and their neighbor. She used to eat with them or organize study sessions with Bi
“One bed… You must be joking…” she murmured and stopped in her tracks. “There’s only one bed…” It was probably the stupidest thing she could have said, but the two of them were standing there inside the door of the suite on Friday night of the corporate retreat, both staring at the mammoth bed that dominated the room. Seemed like someone should mention it.“Well… Looks like it.”“Is this your doing, Liam?” Maxima asked in a trembling voice. “My doing? I don’t get it…”“Is this your idea?”“No, Max, it is not,” Liam replied and sent her a half-guilty, half-pleading look from under his eyelashes that were far too long and lush for a man. “Ehm… If you find this situation too complicated, I could request two beds. But word would get around.” Maxima gave him a worried look.“No! Don’t do that...” Liam glanced down at the floor dubiously.“I suppose I could… Uhm… sleep on the floor.”“No. It’s uncomfortable, and you will be miserable. You need your rest, like ev
The dinner was exactly what Liam would have predicted. A private room, good food, and a partner a man could be proud of. They’d barely walked in when Howard’s wife gestured them over to a table.“Come and join us, you guys. I’ve got something to show you.” Amanda sounded so excited that Liam’s heart sank. Not more romantic stuff… He couldn’t take it. When they reached her, Amanda pulled out a brown envelope and opened it, spilling out an array of photographs of a wedding.“The moment I saw you together, I knew I had to show you this.” Liam gave her a confused look.“They look great, but… why exactly are you showing them to us?” “Well, these are some of the pictures from my niece’s wedding. I’m not sure if you’ve booked a photographer yet, but if you haven’t, the one who took these photos is excellent. He’s done a lot of the big society weddings, so he’s top-notch.”“Wedding photographer…” He couldn’t even formulate a sentence. The
Oh, this room was EVERYTHING! She’d been eyeing that beautiful, deep soaker tub built for two since they’d arrived yesterday. It was the most decadent tub she’d ever seen, with a view to a private garden area outside and candles and bath products.“Since I’m alone, a nice soak in a tub is all the fun I need right now.” Liam and the other execs were safely off doing some kind of team-building exercise, so, some time after lunch, Maxima skipped the other social activities with the execs’ wives and slipped away. She was longing for some alone time. Maxima poured herself a bath, and, after she dumped a jar of bath salts into the tub, the scent of lavender filled the room. She undressed slowly, putting her clothes away as she did so, and drawing on the linen bathrobe and slippers the hotel provided. She lit the candles around the tub and flipped off the lights. The French doors were open to the forest outside, fading in color as evening advanced.“I think
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“Well, you have a party to prepare for, so I’d better go home and finish packing my suitcase. Tomorrow I’m going to leave Scarsdale for good.” Maxima got up from the comfortable armchair and put on her shoes. Billie Right, her best friend, did the same thing.“Are you sure you don’t want to come to our party? We would all love that very much,” Billie asked.“I'm afraid I can’t,” Maxima replied to her best friend.“Oh, come on, hon. This is going to be our last party as college girls. Well, college dropout, in your case.” ‘College dropout…’ The definition was right, but Maxima didn’t feel like a college dropout. She felt more like a survivor. This part of her school education just wasn’t made for Maxima. She tried with all her might for everybody's sake, but college was just a prison. She did her best to be a perfect college student for almost three years, but at one point, Maxima felt trapped. She became the shadow of herself, a perfect ghoul.
HEY, Y'ALL!!!!I'M JUST PREPARING 5 (FIVE!!!!!) HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT CHAPTERS. (I'M DOING THE EDITING!!! SO, BEAR WITH ME FOR A FEW MORE HOURS. I PROMISE I WON'T SKIP THE DAILY UPDATE.) THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND UNDERSTANDING. XOXOEMMA.
Oh, this room was EVERYTHING! She’d been eyeing that beautiful, deep soaker tub built for two since they’d arrived yesterday. It was the most decadent tub she’d ever seen, with a view to a private garden area outside and candles and bath products.“Since I’m alone, a nice soak in a tub is all the fun I need right now.” Liam and the other execs were safely off doing some kind of team-building exercise, so, some time after lunch, Maxima skipped the other social activities with the execs’ wives and slipped away. She was longing for some alone time. Maxima poured herself a bath, and, after she dumped a jar of bath salts into the tub, the scent of lavender filled the room. She undressed slowly, putting her clothes away as she did so, and drawing on the linen bathrobe and slippers the hotel provided. She lit the candles around the tub and flipped off the lights. The French doors were open to the forest outside, fading in color as evening advanced.“I think
The dinner was exactly what Liam would have predicted. A private room, good food, and a partner a man could be proud of. They’d barely walked in when Howard’s wife gestured them over to a table.“Come and join us, you guys. I’ve got something to show you.” Amanda sounded so excited that Liam’s heart sank. Not more romantic stuff… He couldn’t take it. When they reached her, Amanda pulled out a brown envelope and opened it, spilling out an array of photographs of a wedding.“The moment I saw you together, I knew I had to show you this.” Liam gave her a confused look.“They look great, but… why exactly are you showing them to us?” “Well, these are some of the pictures from my niece’s wedding. I’m not sure if you’ve booked a photographer yet, but if you haven’t, the one who took these photos is excellent. He’s done a lot of the big society weddings, so he’s top-notch.”“Wedding photographer…” He couldn’t even formulate a sentence. The
“One bed… You must be joking…” she murmured and stopped in her tracks. “There’s only one bed…” It was probably the stupidest thing she could have said, but the two of them were standing there inside the door of the suite on Friday night of the corporate retreat, both staring at the mammoth bed that dominated the room. Seemed like someone should mention it.“Well… Looks like it.”“Is this your doing, Liam?” Maxima asked in a trembling voice. “My doing? I don’t get it…”“Is this your idea?”“No, Max, it is not,” Liam replied and sent her a half-guilty, half-pleading look from under his eyelashes that were far too long and lush for a man. “Ehm… If you find this situation too complicated, I could request two beds. But word would get around.” Maxima gave him a worried look.“No! Don’t do that...” Liam glanced down at the floor dubiously.“I suppose I could… Uhm… sleep on the floor.”“No. It’s uncomfortable, and you will be miserable. You need your rest, like ev
‘Do you even know she fell in love with you from the first moment she saw you? All those years ago, up until she went away, that amazing woman had been in love with you!’ Billie’s words spun round and round in his head like the lyrics of a song. And they kept tormenting his brain endlessly, bringing to the surface all kinds of emotions he’d thought long-lost and forgotten. ‘In love with you…’ Liam wasn’t so damn clueless like his sister thought he was. He’d always suspected that Maxima felt something for him. He thought she had a huge crush. Because… who didn’t have a crush on him at that time? Whenever he was home from college, Billie’s high school friends would come around their house with crazy excuses just to see him. It was an injection of self-esteem. Maxima was a normal presence, so he never saw that as a sign of something more than it was: Billie’s best friend and their neighbor. She used to eat with them or organize study sessions with Bi
'I would love to see you, Billie. What is stopping you from meeting me?’ She stared at the words glaring at her from her computer screen.“Yes, Billie. What the hell is stopping you from meeting this wonderful, sweet man? Haven’t you had enough of losers? What the hell is wrong with you, girl?” she asked herself bitterly, then left the cursor blinking and went in search of something to eat. There were all the obvious reasons, like men in general being bad news. The men, her clients, ended up divorcing, men like the current scumbag who’d hidden his assets offshore along with his current girlfriend. Or the male lawyers she spent too much time with… Or Liam, her own brother, whom she loved dearly, who’d rather invent a fantasy fiancée than try to have a relationship with a real woman. Returning with a doggie bag of Maxima’s treats, Billie sat back down at her computer desk. Oreo, the black-and-white cat she’d found rooting around in the garbage three y
‘Yes, Liam, it is. Tougher than you can possibly imagine.’ Maxima couldn’t believe she said those words out loud. Liam looked so hurt at her words that she wanted to take them back. Say something else… a white lie, maybe. But Maxima was essentially an honest person, and tough didn’t even begin to describe what it was going to be like to spend an entire weekend with Liam when everyone thought they were an engaged couple. It was bad enough to share an apartment that he was rarely in. What would it be like if they had to share a room? Or the same bed? The kiss was still tingling on her lips, and in truth, she’d barely tasted the food she’d worked so hard preparing. All Maxima could taste was Liam. If she could turn the experience of kissing him into a flavor, she’d be the most successful caterer in history. Who could resist the taste of passion? Why hadn’t she said ‘no’ when this ridiculous charade was first suggested
When she’d settled herself on the other side of the big farmhouse table, Liam poured the wine, then raised his glass.“I would like to propose a toast.”“Let’s hear it,” Maxima said in a curious voice.“I toast to our mutual success.” She smiled at him, and they both drank.“You were a big hit at dinner the other night, by the way,” he told her.“Really?” Liam reached for a tiny ‘vol-au-vent’, a small hollow case of puff pastry stuffed with crab and some kind of sauce, and popped it in his mouth.“Oh, wow! Max, this is fantastic,” he said thickly. “I kinda hated crab… up until now.”“Thank you! I’m glad you like it,” she said, taking a sip from her glass. “So… my presence was a success… Great!”“They all loved you. Howard is convinced you’d be the perfect hostess at any company function. He’s beside himself with excitement.” Howard Shields wasn’t the only one beside himself with excitement, and Liam got the feeling his fake future wife had picked up
“Honey, I’m home!” Liam felt like an idiot announcing his presence in his own house, but he didn’t want to startle his temporary roommate. He stepped inside and felt his nostrils quiver. What was that amazing smell?“Hi, Liam!” a cheerful voice answered him. “You’re home early.” He put down his briefcase. He’d never thought of his home as cold before, but walking into it now, Liam noticed a huge difference. The space felt warm, lived-in, and whatever that woman was cooking, his stomach wanted some. Dragging his tie off, Liam moved closer to his kitchen. He had never thought a woman could look so sexy in an apron. The image reminded him of moms and old ladies at Christmas dressed as Mrs. Claus. But on Maxima? The red-and-white striped apron was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Liam stared in amazement. Never had there been so much activity in his kitchen so long as he’d lived here. He’d grilled the odd steak, and a woman or