Page 57 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"You don't think you're going to ace it?" He stares at my lips for some reason.

"Let's just say it's an hour-long class and I will be grateful if I can last twenty minutes without falling to the ground."

"Sounds like you're not getting enough cardio." He grins.

"I mean, I could definitely work out a little bit more."

"I could help you with that if you want."

I stare at him without saying anything.

"I mean, would you like that, Lila?"

"What exactly are you saying?" I lean forward. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"What do you think I'm saying?" He grins.

"Are you trying to say you can help me with cardio in the bedroom?"

"I don't know. Do you have an elliptical or a treadmill in your bedroom?" He chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"I know you weren't talking about an elliptical or a treadmill."

"What do you think I was talking about?"

"You were talking about me being some sort of cowgirl."

"Is that what you like?" He chuckles.

I stare at him as I blush. "I plead the Fifth."

"You're not on the stand, Lila. You don't have to plead the Fifth."

"Well, then it's none of your business," I say, and he laughs.

"I guess that's true, but I am curious."

"What are you curious about if that's your favorite position?"

"Max!" I say. "You can't ask me that."

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"I'm not telling you my favorite position right now," I say, staring at him.

"Later, then?"

I shake my head and I pull out my phone.

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Mr. Spector."

"Pity," he says.

We drive in companionable silence for the next fifteen minutes until Henry pulls up outside my apartment building. I open the door and jump out.

"I'll be back."

"Okay," Max says. "You sure I can't come up with you and?—"

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