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explained, avoiding looking directly at him. “She probably thought getting you here for me would be a gift.”
    “I see.”
    He could be as cold as he was charming. She didn’t like this side of him, at all. But it was a part of who he was, so she had to accept it. “Mom had me when she was really young. On her sixteenth birthday, she was already pregnant with me and—”
    “And why fuck with success?” Max interrupted. “Popping out a kid got her the lifestyle she wanted so you should follow in her footsteps.”
    That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Having Story had almost ruined Babs. She wouldn’t go into detail. Max would believe any explanation a play for sympathy. But his irritation made her hesitate to broach any other subjects. She’d dug a deeper hole for her mom. Probably for herself, too.
    Glaring at her, Max took in her hair, her eyes, her lips, and her cleavage.
    Don’t blush. Don’t blush. Don’t blush .
    She blushed.
    He grimaced and drained his second glass of champagne. She hadn’t finished her first. He refreshed both their glasses.
    Story stood. “I think I’m going to head down,” she said, wanting to get away from him before she embarrassed herself even further.
    As she started past, Max grabbed her hand. “I’m being an asshole. Taking out my problems on you.” Turning toward her, he settled his hands on her waist and pulled her into the ‘v’ of his thighs. “I didn’t grow up with girls in the house, so I didn’t know what to get you for a present. I hope you like the champagne. Armand de Brignac.”
    “You being here is the best birthday gift ever.”
    Max grinned. Story cringed.
    Taking her face between his hands, he drew her forward and brushed his lips over hers. An embarrassing little squeak escaped her at the contact. Thank goodness, it didn’t deter Max. He covered her mouth with his, his tongue tickling her lips, demanding entry.
    As she opened her mouth, she slipped her fingers through his hair. She’d always wanted to touch the black strands, see if they were as soft as she imagined. They were silky and cool against her heated skin. He tasted of mint and champagne, a heady combination unlike any she’d experienced.
    She grunted, and he tore his mouth from hers. Disappointment hit her hard.
    This was Story’s first kiss and it opened her to a new world. The sensations streaking through her were brand new, too. Even when she brought herself to orgasm, she didn’t feel the intensity.
    They stared at each other for a long minute before Max leaned in and stole a last kiss from her. “We have to get downstairs,” he said huskily. “My father would have my ass for kissing you.”
    Probably not. Winston paid her only cursory attention. Her mother, on the other hand, would have a fit. It didn’t matter that Max believed otherwise. Story felt differently.
    He held Story’s glass to her lips. Story sipped from it, holding Max’s gaze.
    “I didn’t come here to fuck you.”
    “I know.”
    He offered her more champagne, then stepped back.
    Story drew in a deep breath, his sudden awkwardness rubbing off on her.
    “My life’s complicated. My work. My business. My life ,” he reiterated.
    “Is that why Winston doesn’t talk about you too much? He always goes on about his other boys. With you…not so much.” She didn’t even know where he lived. Maybe, he visited so infrequently because he resided in another city or state. When she saw he wouldn’t answer, she took up his conversation. “My life’s complicated, too. School. Science and math labs. Study Hall.”
    Shame swept across his features before he forced a chuckle. “Do you want me to stay for your dinner?”
    “Yes,” she said softly. “Please, don’t leave. This will be our wonderful secret. I’ll never tell anyone, even if you walk away tonight and I never see you again.”
    Max considered her answer, then held out his arm. “In that case, please allow me to escort you downstairs, Miss