Page 3 of Awakening Anna

What? Was he flirting with her?

Impossible.

“You get ready,” Max said as Anna realized they’d reached home. “I'll grab the steaks and light the fire.”

The fire was definitely already lit.

Max’s eyes dipped for the faintest second before he flashed a pirate smile and disappeared around the side of the house to the stairs that led up to his apartment. No man had ever looked at her that way.

As if he intended to do mind-melting things to her body.

Anna’s eyes lowered to the keys in her hand, and she noticed the condition of her shirt. Sweat had turned the little white tank top completely transparent, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. And her breasts had reacted quite obviously to the man who’d just walked away.

The man who’d made it clear with that last look that she was on the menu tonight.

This wasn’t good. Her breasts were making promises that Anna’s body could not fulfill. Which would be more humiliating—telling Max that she was terrible in bed, or letting him find out for himself?

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