Page 124 of Don't Quit the Day Job

Lila

Two Weeks Later

Max: Where are you right now?

Lila: A coffee shop stuffing my face with a chocolate croissant and the best coffee I’ve ever had in my life. I went to Le Louvre and saw the Mona Lisa and it was so much smaller than I thought it would be. The room was packed as well. I decided I deserved a treat.

Max: I’m sorry I had to work this afternoon. Wish I could have gone with you.

Lila: Max, I’m in Paris. On a surprise trip that you booked. Staring at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. You do not have to be sorry.

Max: I just thought I’d be able to spend all my time with you, but this stupid case...

Lila: It’s fine. You’re a lawyer. You work hard. I understand. Plus, the nights are always ours. If I can’t have all the days, that is fine as well.

Max: I spoke to Marie and she sends her love. She wants you to find her an Hermes scarf and a Cartier watch.

Lila: She has such cheap taste, hahaha.

Max: Use my black card, of course.

Lila: Of course. I do not have Cartier money. LOL.

Max: Treat yourself to whatever you want as well.

Lila: Max, no. I’m not with you for your money.

Max: I know. You’re with me for my big dick.

Lila: MAX! I am blushing RED right now.

Max: Wish I could see you.

Lila: I’m glad you can’t. By the way, it’s not that big.

Max: That’s not what you were saying last night. Quite literally, in fact.

Lila: I do not recall.

Max: “Oh Max, don’t stop, oh my, please, don’t stop, fuck, you’re so big, I think it’s going to split my insides.”

Lila: You’re an idiot. I didn’t say that.

I burst out laughing as I read the texts. I love Max. I love how silly he is. I love how much of a hard worker he is. How he focuses on his job, how he focuses on me. He’s one of the good guys. He really does care about making a difference.

“Excuse me, beautiful lady, may I have this seat?” A smooth French accent interrupts me and I look up with a face of regret as I’m about to tell them no. My eyes widen when I see that it’s Max standing there in a cornflower-blue shirt and black jeans. His hair is slicked back like he just had a shower and his blue eyes are laughing as my jaw drops.

“Max, what are you doing here?”

“I came to find the fairest maiden in all the land.” He grins as he pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. “Have you been driving all the French men as crazy as you drive me?”

“No. But that’s not what I’m asking.” I smile as he leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek and shifts his chair closer to mine. “How did you find me?”

“We shared our locations, remember?” His fingers run up my bare thigh and play with the material of my denim shorts.

“Oh yes,” I giggle. “I thought you were having me followed like that psycho, Mr. Whittington.”

“No, goof.” He runs his fingers down the side of my face and gently brushes his thumb against my lower lip. “I haven't updated you on that case yet, though.”

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