Chapter Eleven
Max
The scent of Harlow wrapped itself around me. I was experiencing another first with her. I couldn’t say if I’d ever recalled the scent of a woman before. Yet, I knew Harlow’s by memory. If I hadn’t seen her tonight, but I’d gotten close enough, I would’ve known she was there by scent alone. She smelled like honey and vanilla with a hint of musk. For f**k’s sake, this woman had me by the balls and she didn’t even know it.
I could’ve asked who might be here tonight, and then I’d have been prepared to face Harlow. I’d been trying so damn hard to compartmentalize in my mind, to tell myself I’d exaggerated the effect she had on me, that I hadn’t done any reconnaissance.
There was that, and the fact that I’d mentally scoffed at myself for even considering trying to find ou
