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long.”
    Becca slaps his shoulder, “See if I ball you tonight.” Lucy laughs with them, a high and sweet sound that matches her voice. My friends go back to talking quickly and without Lucy. She gets up from the table, but I can’t hear what she mumbles. I'm saying only the minimum to the two older men next to me, hiding my concentration on Lucy.
    She beelines for a group a few feet away. I can no longer see her in reflection, so I move for a more direct sightline of her. A girl squeals loudly and grabs Lucy in a bear hug, clearly a little unsteady…must be tipsy already. She introduces the guy who has his hand on her ass. The guy goes to grab Lucy around her hips too.
    The heat in my stomach is instant. But Lucy turns and steps away, putting her hands out in protection. The move causes her to twist her foot a little, catching herself on a chair back. He continues to reach out and touch her arm, though.
    I excuse myself from the two men. Taking long strides, my right hand in a tight fist, I am quickly by her side. She backs into my chest as she’s turning further away from the the guy and girl. I put my arm around her back, holding her left arm gently, closing my other hand around her right arm to steady her. I force a smile through a clenched jaw, eyes steely, silently challenging this asshole to try to touch her again. 
    "Oh, Max, there you are…are you all done? Christine, it was nice seeing you…” She trails off as I allow her to turn us both away, walking back towards the table of my friends.
    I stop her halfway and turn her to face me, reluctantly releasing her arms, the hold had pushed her tits out nicely. “Friends of yours?”
    She lightly laughs, “Not really. Just someone I recognized in this crowd.”
    “He seemed friendly,” I try to keep my voice from sounding too gruff.  She nervously laughs a little more.
    “Are you all right?...I saw you twist your foot there,” Taking advantage of the opportunity to look down her tiny frame, my hands itching to wrap around her waist tightly.
    “I'm fine...it was nothing...just not used to such high heels,” she pats my chest.
    “Didn’t like the way that guy grabbed you.”
    “No, it’s fine….he's just not somebody I know really...just a drunk idiot,” she answers like I had asked a question.
    “l shook enough hands…no need to stay longer. Let's go before the auction starts,” or I lose my cool with another guy hitting on you. My hand in place on her lower back again, we walk towards the doors.  I gotta keep my temper tonight, don't want to scare her off.
    Jeff is waiting for us. He opens the door for her. Lucy gives him a big smile, clearly she's not used to this treatment. It feels natural to hold her hand in mine again, our fingers intertwined.  Brushing my thumb lightly across her knuckles, the smallness of her causing a strain to my cock. Watching her legs open ever so slightly, the movement causing the smell of her perfume to linger in the air a little longer, isn't helping either.  I resist the urge to adjust my pants, but don't look away from her smooth, glowing legs as they close again and rub against each other slightly.
    “Who’s Nicole…your ex?”
    That Stephie; Mike really needs to keep her on a leash. I explain that she's just a friend of sorts, “I have alot of events throughout the year, from my connection with the LPE Group as well as the law firm. Nicole was never my girlfriend but she did look great at these black-ties.” Lucy gives a small frown to this, but says no more. A little jealousy showing maybe? Good. We’re like-minded then on that note.

Chapter 4 HER
    At the restaurant, everyone seems to know him. Well, he did say this was one of his favorite places. The hostess treated him like a returning king though. Our waitress starts to hand us thick menus, but is interrupted by a squat, round man with a white jacket and red cheeks.  He is exclaiming in an Italian accent that “Mr. Max doesn’t need a menu,”