Maryanne remains silent the entire drive to the penthouse. Her mind refuses to calm down as thoughts about Max and his company constantly run through her brain. Is she really holding him back? If he didn't have a child tying him down, he could be in Europe or Asia right now negotiating the details for his new companies.They weren't dating, and yet she still felt the guilt of responsibility for holding him back from his potential. Is Daniel right?Max, having not bothered her in the slightest the entire drive, speaks now, his voice gravelly, "We're here."Maryanne is swarmed with memories of the penthouse as she stares up at the high-rise. The pictures that had been texted to her and also the moment of heat Max and she shared the one time she visited the condo. It was the one moment that she was actually vulnerable and almost gave herself to him. Her one second in lapse of judgement. The warring of emotions has caused her to space out and not realize that Max has already exited the
It has only been two days since their trip into the city, and yet Maryanne knows that Max has noticed her distance. He has made an effort to search throughout the house for her. He finds her in her small hideaway in the library where she hides, reading a book. He also finds her in the back yard, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, even though no one ever goes out the back door. He seems to be constantly keeping an eye on her.When he finds her, he tries to muster up a warmhearted smile, even though Maryanne can sense the odd pain in his gaze. He brings up questions about her work, or how she is handling the cold weather. Soon it will be the end of January. One more month closer to the end of their year together. All Maryanne has to do is hold out and keep her emotions close. It is becoming increasingly difficult, though, as Max grows more and more persistent."Maryanne, there you are." Max erupts into Riley's playroom where Maryanne sits, cross-legged on the floor pretending to clean up t
Once the movie has finished and Riley is put down for the night, they both sit in Max's study, both sipping on a drink that Max brings the conversation back around, "Can we talk about what is bothering you now?"Maryanne knew this was coming. He had stopped badgering her during the movie, but she knew the moment she agreed to have a drink with him that he was going to bring this up once more. "Max," she sighs, tension building in her shoulders, "there is so much.""Is it about Riley?" He takes another swig of the hard liquor in his glass, his dense gaze shadowed by the dim lighting in the room causes Maryanne to become wracked with an odd, heated shiver."Yeah. . ." It is all she can say as she stares into her own glass, swirling the contents around.Max gives her a moment, maybe hoping that she would continue, but when she doesn't, he asks, "Maryanne?"Holding down the real reason she is overwhelmed and withdrawn, Maryanne decides to bring up another topic that is just as stressf
Maryanne knows that she has been avoiding Max the best she can, but after their conversation the night before, she has come to realize that she has been allowing Daniel's words to dictate her actions. Sure, she wants Max to be as successful as he can be, but how does Daniel know that he can't do that and be with Maryanne? She doesn't completely believe that Max was telling the truth when he whispered he loved her in the theatre room on Christmas, but she is hopeful that she can make their interactions less forced.Breathing in deeply, facing the door to Max's study, Maryanne brings her hand up and knocks. "Max," she says as she slowly opens the door."Yes," he says, but continues to stare down at the paperwork on his desk. His one elbow is resting on surface while his hand holds his head up."I am sorry to bother you," she speaks softly, her feet shifting back and forth as she is not sure what to do as she stands before him. Her nerves tighten as she wonders if he will even say yes.
Although Maryanne has come to the realization that Daniel sent her those photos mainly to force her to leave Max, which in the end worked, she still is uncomfortable with the fact that Max was allowing the women to hang all over him. She wants to confront him, but she is unsure if she even has the right anymore. For now, she will focus on their night out."Woah," Max breathes out as soon as Maryanne begins to descend the stairs into the foyer. "What, does it look bad?"She knew she should've picked a more subtle dress. She wanted to show Max that she can pick out her own wardrobe and still be fashionable. Maybe she went a little too overboard, though.Maryanne looks down at the elegant violet dress that clings to her form but not in a way that is restricting. It shimmers in the bright lights. The dress stops just above her breasts, leaving her shoulders bare, before falling into flowing sleeves. She put on a glimmering necklace to accentuate her collarbone. She is terrible in heel
It was probably a very bad idea to drink at dinner. With only three glasses of wine in her system, Maryanne was very tipsy. Her vision is blurred around the edges, while her head is light. Although their ride home is for the most part smooth, Maryanne finds herself shifting back and forth, unable to keep herself steady. Max eyes her, concerned, and places his arm around her shoulder in order to hold her upright."Are you drunk," his voice is deep and intense as his hot breath hits her ear. Maryanne holds back the soft moan that fights its way up into her throat. This is not good. Her willpower to hold back is starting to weaken. She places a hand on Max's knee in order to help steady herself, but it only causes Max to jump with the sudden movement."Maryanne," he says cautiously.She is unable to create a coherent sentence so she just hums, "hm?""Are you alright?"Maryanne nods, her head lolling back. She can see the lights of the house down the street. She closes her eyes and
As the sun shines into the bedroom, slowly rousing Maryanne, she groans. Stretching, the blanket shifts against her bare skin and causes a cold shiver to wrap around her body. Releasing a short breath, tension explodes in her chest when the memories from the night prior wash over her. She holds down a gasp lodged in her throat as she turns her head and see's Max lying next to her. She tries to push herself to the edge of the bed, her mind racing with what to do. As she remembers each moment of their night together, a heat thickens in the pit of her abdomen, her body fighting against her mind.Checking once more to make sure he is asleep, Maryanne slips from under the covers, pushing away the cold biting at her neck, and grabs a t-shirt from her closet. Once on, she grabs a clean pair of underwear and some sweatpants. "Good morning." As Max's gravelly, half-asleep voice rumbles through the room and shakes Maryanne's chest, she freezes.Hiding her embarrassment, she tries to say conf
"Why won't you make what we have official?"Maryanne doesn't have enough time to process what Max has said before he ambushes her with the question. She channels everything in her power into not choking on her own saliva.Once she has composed herself, she says, "Because, Max, I'm not sure what this even is.""Maryanne, you have feelings for me, right?""Yes." Although she doesn't want to admit it, there is no way around it.Max shrugs, his brow wrinkling, "Then what's the problem?""It's not just as simple as going out with you." Maryanne's body is tightening with frustration. How can he not see it?"Why not?"Working hard not to release her irritation, Maryanne breathes in deeply. "Because we have history Max."He scoffs and waves his hand as though he is brushing off their previous interactions, "I don't care about the past."Maryanne wants to scream at him. She was crushed by what he had done. Although she now knows that Daniel sent her the pictures, she is still not cert