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“I can do that.”

I smile and as he reaches for my hand, I relax for the first time since I thought this was a good idea.

CHAPTER 4

MAXIMUS

Iam astonished, and that never happens. This woman is no whore; it’s written across every nervous smile and awkward gesture she makes. I’m not even inclined to discover why she’s here. It’s obvious she came here with one aim in mind, but I’d bet my life she’s never done this before and I never lose a bet.

She is bewitching, with an enchanted innocence, and it causes a chain reaction I never expected.

I want to hold her in my arms. To slide my body against hers, the thin fabric of her dress a mere tenuous barrier between skin on skin. Her eyes are as a blue as her dress and brimming with insecurity and innocence. She is an unpicked flower and a girl attempting to be a woman. If she has done this before, I’m not the man I think I am and my questions were designed to test my theory.

It was obvious from the moment I set eyes on her and she intrigues me more than any woman I have ever met.

As my large tattooed hand wraps around her small fragile one, I hold on lightly, afraid to crush her delicate hand in mine from fear of hurting her. Her dark curls frame a pale bewitching face, much like Snow White’s, and like the character this womanis cute and untouched, from her blue sparkling eyes to her rosy red lips and blushing cheeks. Women like her don’t cross my path very often and I’m intrigued why she’s here.

I flick the remote and soft music fills the night air and I pull her into my arms, loving how her body fits against mine and brushes against me with the promise of the sweetest experience.

Her cheeks are flaming, evident even in the darkest shadows, and her heart is racing as it bangs against mine.

She holds onto my shoulders as if she doesn’t know where to put her hands and as mine slide around her waist, I move lower and settle them on her ass, pulling her in closer, causing her to gasp.

I nuzzle against her hair and detect the floral scent of her shampoo mixing with the expensive perfume that dusts her graceful neck.

I brush my rough jawline against her soft skin and she gasps as I pull her closer, my body moving against hers with ease. Reaching up, I tangle my fingers in her glorious hair, wrapping the curls around my fingers, delighting in the soft, silky feeling of perfection.

I love her innocence. It’s like a moth to a flame. I’m not used to this. I’m usually balls deep in whores and women who should know better by now.

I’m curious why she’s here. I detect a story behind this and whisper in her ear, “Why are you really here, Gina?”

“I told you.” Her tone is laced with nerves as she gasps, “You ordered entertainment.”

“You do know what kind of entertainment I ordered, don’t you?”

“Of course. I’m not a fool.”

I nibble her ear and the way she stiffens tells me I’m right.

I turn my head and lick her neck and she pulls away a little, causing a smile to dust my lips.

“I–”

“What’s the problem?”

She swallows hard. “Nothing, um, perhaps I need the restroom.”

“Perhaps?” I chuckle. “You either do or you don’t.”

I kiss her neck and she shivers against me.

“I, um, do.”

Her heavy breathing reveals more than she realizes, and I pull away and grasp her hand.

“I’ll come with you.”

“To the restroom?” Her eyes widen and I shrug.

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