The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 37

Lark parked her car in the spare spot where Max instructed her to via text before taking a deep breath. This felt more than two friends meeting up for dinner. This felt very date-like, and she’d never done a first date in a man’s home before, especially a man like Max Villeneuve.

Despite being in his home over the weekend, this was different. Saturday was playful and fun with the goal of

reconnecting as friends but this, well, this felt entirely unique. The way he kissed her before leaving her office this morning left her panting, breathless and very, very horny.

The more time she thought of Max and the way his length was pressed against her belly when he’d kissed her, the needier her own body became. She was so sexually frustrated right now, and it was so foreign to her.

Not that s*x with Doug was bad. It hadn’t been life changing and it never made her feel like the entire world shifted on its axis the way it did for the heroines in a romance novel, but he always made certain she came first, and he always lasted more than a couple of minutes. However, she knew not once had she yearned for Doug the way she was for Max right now. While Doug knew how to touch her to make her excited, the wink Max gave her simply walking out of her office nearly caused her undergarments to combust into a puff of smoke.

She was walking towards the elevator when she saw it open and Max step out and immediately his thoughtful demeanor of meeting her at the parking garage made her smile. She also noted he was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt and was dressed for comfort, yet her thighs clenched in a muscle spasm worthy of a whimper. She was in over her head she decided when his face lit up the moment he saw her. “f**k me, I’m screwed,” she whispered to herself. “There you are. I know you said seven and it’s fifteen minutes past. I was worried maybe the parking attendant didn’t let you through.” He held his hand out for her.

“Sorry. I had a quick chat with Dad before I left. He let me know he has his investigators working double time.”

“I bet he does. This Sawyer guys is a piece of work. Johan and I managed to find the video of your dad punching him out. Dude dropped him like a sack of potatoes, and he was out cold in one punch. Your father also looked right into a camera and said, “apology not f*****g accepted” and then walked away like the coolest bastard on the planet.”

“No, he didn’t!” Lark covered her mouth with her hand as she got into the elevator, aware her other hand was tightly held in his, their fingers interlinked. His easy conversation was easing her libido somewhat but not near enough.

“He did. It was the coolest thing I ever saw your dad do. Badass.”

She snickered, “my dad is not badass. He’s a marshmallow. This morning before work he was brushing my mother’s hair and offered to braid Fallon’s.”

“Really? He still does that?”

“Yup. Mom has him whipped,” she made the motion of cracking a whip with her other hand and the requisite hissing sound to go with it. Max laughed at her, and she grinned. “He’s a big pushover.”

“Nothing wrong with a man taking care of his woman,” Max pulled her out of the elevator as it opened.

Lark froze at the sight in front of her. “Max,” she whispered as he let her hand go and she walked into the space. He’d set up a beautiful romantic table set for two with the biggest bouquet of red roses she ever saw laying over one of the plates. She felt she was floating as she took in the candles lighting up the space and the scented air around them. “What is this?” “Dinner,” he jammed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels.

“You bought me flowers?” She lifted them up and noticed his nervous posture as she looked over her shoulder at him. ” You did all this for me?”

“It’s too much isn’t it. Ollie said it was, but I wanted to do it. I should have listened.” He was shaking his head and walking towards a candle as if intending to put it out.

She stopped him with a hand to his chest, “it’s perfect. I love it. Thank you. Nobody has ever done such a thing for me before.” She rose on tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He closed his eyes, exhaled through his nose, and leaned close to kiss her forehead. “Come on, let’s get some dinner into you before I try to put me in you.” At her shriek he laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and sat her down at the table, chuckling when she pulled the roses onto her lap.

“The last flowers I got changed my life.” She voiced her thought and watched as Max froze at her words. “Maybe these ones will too.”

“It won’t be flowers to change your life, Lark. It’s going to be all me and you doing it together.” He disappeared and a few minutes later came out with two bowls. “Dinner.”

He sported a smirk on his face, and she giggled loudly as he put the bowl in front of her. “Mac and cheese? From a box?” “Mom said she caught you in the pantry at her place the other day looking for some since your mom didn’t have any and it was your favorite food growing up. I think you ate cases of it during exam times.”

“Last Thursday,” she took a happy spoonful and moaned. “Dad took Mom to dinner and told me and Fallon to get our own dinner but then Fallon went out with the triplets, and I wasn’t in the mood to make a whole meal for one person. I started thinking mac and cheese and you know how it is when you suddenly crave something and nothing else will satisfy it?” “Yes. From the time I was ten until this very moment.” He sniggered as she kicked him under the table.