Lark entered her hotel room and paused at the view in front of her.
“Wow, what is all this?”
“Welcome to sexy time with Max. I’m your host, Max Villeneuve.” Max teased as he leaned against the headboard of her bed. He was wearing a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms, and one hand was folded casually behind his head and in the other he held his cell phone. He pushed a button on the phone and music started playing from a speaker somewhere in the
room.
Lark looked around incredulously. “How?” The room was dimly lit with candles and more roses than an entire florist would have in stock. It smelled like a spa, and everything felt soft and romantic. “When did you do all this?”
“Truthfully?” he gave a smile as he patted the bed beside him for her to sit. “I called Peaches earlier and asked her to arrange all this with the hotel staff.”
“Peaches?”
“My PA. I hired her through your mom’s temp agency. Despite the name, she’s been a godsend for me for the last eight years. And before you ask, no, not even once.”
“I wasn’t going to ask,” she laughed as she sat beside him. “You did all this for me?”
“I actually texted her to do it this morning when we left Sawyer’s place. I asked her to set it up for this evening. I knew your father wasn’t going to want to go home and this wasn’t meant to be a seduction. It was meant to make you relax and feel good. Now, it’s doubling as seduction,” he tugged her until she was laying crosswise on his chest. “If you change your mind at any point, we can stop.”
“Ditto,” she stared into his eyes. “If you decide you’re not ready, Max, it’s okay. I know I came on strong earlier, but consent works both ways. You won’t lose me if you say no.”
His smile was huge as he rolled her over his frame and pinned her to the bed, “thank you for being considerate of my choices. I want this. I want you.” Using the back of his fingers he traced up her cheek, “you are so beautiful. Watching you tonight be the woman you are, selfless and kind and so extraordinarily strong was a huge turn-on for me. The person I knew as a kid has grown into this amazing woman and I am the most fortunate man in the world to be given this chance to be with you.”
The emotions of Max’s words reverberated around the room, and she felt them to her core.
“Max, I want this as much as you do.”
“I don’t want to spoil the mood, but can we talk about prom night?”
“No.” She shook her head. “There is nothing to talk about, Max.”
“I owe you an apology.”
“You gave me one. You already apologized for not coming to see me. Whatever the outcome was, you already apologized for your behavior that night and I forgave you. Let’s leave it in the past please. It needs to stay there. I want us to move forward.”
“I will make this vow to you, Lark. I will never leave you wondering where you fit in my life. You won’t ever have to ask me to meet you somewhere and wonder whether or not I’m going to flake on you. I will always be at your side when you need me.”
“I’m going to hold you to this.” She blinked back tears.
“Good.”
“I’m ready to move forward in our relationship Max. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
“You blow my mind,” he said as he exhaled through his nose.
“It’s not exactly what I was hoping to blow,” she boldly flirted.
“Is this so?” He pulled his head back in surprise.
“It really is.”
“Naughty Lark.” He lifted up on his elbows. “I will let you do whatever you want but not yet.”
“Not yet?”
“Nope.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the bathroom. “Hot bath is waiting for you. I also have a surprise for you in there.”
“A surprise?” She rolled out from under the arm and almost ran to the bathroom enjoying his laughter chasing her. She paused at the sight and then turned to face him. “What is this?”
“The blue matches your eyes.”
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