Page 58 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"You have no reason to come up into my building," I say, flustered. “It’s not like you really want to come up anyway.”

"I mean, I wouldn't say no if you invited me up." He makes to get out of the car and I’m not sure why my heart races. It’s not like he wants to come up so we can share a kiss or anything. This is a post-date mating ritual.

"But I'm not inviting you up," I say, stepping back as he attempts to slide out of the car. “Max...you’re not coming up.”

“This time.” He grins. “But next time, maybe?”

“Who says there will be a next time?”

“I think we both know there will be a next time.” The smug look on his face infuriates me and I slam the door shut before hurrying into my building.

Chapter Seventeen

Max

I watch as Lila slides into the back seat of the car. She's wearing a white T-shirt, which is pretty transparent, and I can see she's got on a pink sports bra underneath. She's wearing tight black leggings that accentuate every curve of her body. I try not to stare at her juicy ass as she plops it down next to me. Her hair is up in a high ponytail and it looks like she's put on a little mascara. She eyes me and puts her finger to her lips. I frown slightly as I stare at her. "What is it?"

"Don't you dare say anything, Max Spector."

"What would I say?" I glance at her lips curiously. Has she put on a different color lip gloss?

"Don't say that I look like a peppy cheerleader or?—"

"I wasn't even thinking it," I say, which is true. I hadn't been thinking it until she brought it up, but now that she has, she really does look like a cheerleader. Only, I wish she had on a short skirt. I grin to myself. We’d be in trouble if she had on a short skirt.

"Henry, will you drive us to my place?" I ask the driver. "And then I'll change." I look over at Lila. "I can't believe that I'm doing this, you know?"

"Why? Because you're a stick in the mud?" she asks.

I shake my head, not answering her. Maybe to her I'm a stick in the mud, but I do feel like I'm quite close to crossing the professional lines of the code of conduct period. But I suppose if I'm not going to be engaging Mrs. Whittington in any ex parte communication, then it should be okay. Plus, I quite like the idea of going on an adventure with Lila. She swept into my life like a hurricane and I'm definitely along for the ride.

We pull up outside my place all too soon.

"Would you like to come in with me?" I ask her.

She blinks at me for a couple of seconds. "I guess it's not really fair," she says. "Seeing as I didn't let you come into my place."

"It's okay," I say. "You can come up. We won't be long."

"Are you sure? I would really like to see how someone super rich lives."

"You keep saying that, but I'm not Bill Gates."

"You might not be Bill Gates, but you're certainly not Lila Haversham either."

"Now you make me even more curious about your place."

"Trust me. You wouldn't believe it even if you saw it," she says, laughing.

I watch as she jumps out of the car before me and chuckle. "I'll be right back, Henry."

"Take your time, sir," he says, grinning with a slight nod. "I'll pull around, so just text me when you're coming back down."

"Sounds good." I nod then get out of the car and see Lila standing there. "Eager, are we?"

"I want to see your place, Mr. Spector."

"Ooh, because you want to…?"

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