Chapter Fifteen
Harlow
Max was, as would be expected, an intelligent, well-informed conversationalist when it came to talking business. He was clearly passionate about sustainability and focusing his energies in that area, and freely acknowledged, while he had the engineering skills, his facility with numbers, and ability to look at the long game when planning for business had shifted him into more of a management role.
Dinner passed quickly. I eschewed any further drinks, telling myself rather sternly that I needed to stay sober. I was in bad enough shape with Max as it was, I sure as hell didn’t need to get tipsy and let my guard down. I’d have been perfectly happy to crawl across the table and straddle his lap. Not because I was an exhibitionist, but because he was that inviting.
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