Chapter Fourteen
Harlow
Max completely ignored the man beside me, sliding his hand down my back where I sat on the barstool and exerting gentle pressure. I wasn’t going to argue the point. I was in no mood to have some random guy trying to flirt with me.
There was also the blunt truth that when it came to Max, I found myself, time and time again, unable to resist the magnetic pull toward him. Within moments, I was walking with him close at my side, his hand not leaving the dip in my lower back. The heat of his touch was like a brand, filtering through the silk of my blouse and the camisole I wore underneath, all the way down to my cowboy boots.
Max led me over to a small table in the corner. He held my chair out for me, and I slipped into it. My pulse had taken off at a gallop with my
