Had he really been unable to control himself back then?
The room fell quiet for a moment. When Felicia was sure he wasn't about to make a move, she started to calm down.
"You're making things so difficult for yourself," she said.
Max looked at her, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "You won't let me touch you. What else am I supposed to do?"
Felicia scoffed, "I'm sure there are plenty of people willing to help you out."
He shook his head. "I'm not looking to get divorced."
He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of her mouth. His breath was warm against her neck, his voice low and tempting. "Just keep me in check, will you?"
Letting her go, Max glanced down at her tense expression, then turned and walked off toward the bathroom.
Felicia stood there, unsure what to do next. She lost track of time until the sound of running water drifted out from behind the bathroom door.
She let out a slow breath, trying to collect herself.
Just then, someone knocked at the door.
The knock startled her. She quickly straightened up and went to answer it. A maid stood outside, hands respectfully folded over a set of fresh men's clothes.
"These are for Mr. Hawthorne," the maid said.
Felicia nodded and accepted the clothes.
"Is there anything else Mr. Hawthorne needs?" the maid asked politely.
"No, that's everything," Felicia replied.
With a bow, the maid stepped aside and left.
Felicia closed the door and carried the clothes back into the bedroom. She set them down on the bed, glancing toward the bathroom. Her thoughts wandered to Carol.
"Then get some rest," she said quietly.
She started to walk away, but Max caught her wrist. His grip was gentle, his voice rough and a little desperate. "Stay with me for a while."
Felicia turned and met his gaze. His eyes were dark, a little unfocused. The open collar of his robe showed just enough skin to make her heart skip a beat. He looked every bit the temptation.
Felicia's eyes narrowed. "Max."
He answered with a low hum, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest.
Felicia held his gaze, searching his face.
Max spoke again. "Let's wait a bit before going back out. I don't want anyone thinking I couldn't handle things."
The meaning behind his words hit her, and she paused, getting what he meant. Men always cared about that sort of thing, especially when it came to comparing themselves with other men. Max was no different.

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