JADE
For some reason, my heart began to race the moment Max walked into the office.
During the past five years, I had seen him on TV and read about him on blogs but none of those sites did justice to his look.
Donning a black suit, he looked sharper and more handsome than ever. The youthful man from five years ago was gone, leaving behind a man who looked mature in appearance.
His dimples flashed as he smiled and nodded when everyone greeted him and he exuded charm and wealth effortlessly.
He looked at me and a surprised look appeared on his face before it disappeared. His gaze remained on me for a while and I found myself recalling our intimate moments. His kisses, his touch, and even his smell, all of it remained etched in my memory even though I wished otherwise.
"You must be Daisy Martins, our sales consultant from Madison," he suddenly said and I nodded in agreement.
"You're welcome," he told me.
"Thank you, Mr. Anderson," I replied, making sure my French accent was obvious.
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