Since I’d met Max, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Then I had to go and google him last night. Big mistake. There were three personal articles about the cold-hearted playboy. I looked at the sexy man in a tuxedo, with his muscular frame barely hidden and some beautiful woman on his arm. What I noticed was that in the photo, his blue eyes looked cold, completely different than when he was looking at me. I remembered the moment I got out of the car and saw the magnificent specimen. He was about six four, with dark hair and blue eyes that had that look I had seen on many men. It was the reason I was cautious of him. Those eyes said that he wanted to do naughty things with me. My problem was that I wanted to do them as well. I had never felt such a powerful and instant attraction before, but I didn’t want to like him. Hell, I didn’t need another poor excuse for a man in my life. I didn’t know why I cared. I was dating Trevor. Although lately our relationship wasn’t going well at all.
