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I hadn’t really thought about it that way before, but it made sense after he explained it. I was no dummy myself, but Max had a way of seeing things that was really amazing. It was still mostly a hope, but there was a chance that with the money from Whitman and my work on the competition that I might get a raise in terms of both my jobs, which would keep me in my apartment a lot longer.
“I’m going to go and get back to work, but I would like a progress report at the end of the day. Nothing too rigorous. Just your general impressions. You don’t even have to write it out. Just come in at the end of the end of the day and tell me what you’ve seen.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
At least that was what I thought he said. He got up and left the office before I could ask. He could have been teasing, picking up on the number of times that I’d called him sir. But it didn’t sound like it. At least not what I’d thought I’d heard. If anything, I would have described it as affectionate.
The rest of the day floated by like a dream. Securing two more clients for the firm, I still wanted to do my best to impress and help Max even if I was already going on the trip. I was honestly trying to get his attention any way I could. Though I definitely preferred that it be in a positive way.
Leaving the door to my office open, I continued to look like I was working at my job as an agent, while having actually switched gears to my other work for the firm. Being Max’s right hand, which in that case basically meant a bit of mild espionage.
Spy work was not as interesting as movies made it look. Partly because things were pretty much how I thought they would be. Thomas was a workhorse. Adam was doing his best. Steve was still working on his first client. Morgan was kicking ass and taking names and Lauren was being a total bitch.
Were I to put money on it, I would guess that Thomas and Morgan would be the two chosen to go to the Bahamas with us. Funny how that’s how I was beginning to think about it, but it really was true. In terms of running the office, Max and I were a unit. He needed me and I wanted to do my best for him. Even if I also wanted to be his partner in another way.
I tried to focus but still probably had enough. Even as my imagination started to take over my conscious mind and put me into a daydream, I knew I would still have something to tell him at the end of the day.
I imagined us walking down off the plane into the beautiful sunshine, the two winners behind us where I couldn’t see them. Not that it was at the forefront of my mind at the time. We were still keeping up appearances even in my daydreams. My basic cautiousness was too much a part of my personality to be ignored. Still, it was nice just to be there with him without the pressures or expectations of the office.
We were already dressed in a much different way. Even Max went for khakis and a light blue polo shirt. I was really as casual as I had ever seen him. It gave me hope, even literally in my dreams, that there could be a chance for us. The hope got even stronger when we got to the hotel, a beautiful resort housed inside a really old building right by the water.
Max did everything. The three of us waited for him to give us our keycards. Except when it came down to it, there were only three card envelopes given out. There was one each for the two winners, but the two cards for Max and me fit snugly into the same envelope. We would be sharing a room. Something he had to have planned because he made all the arrangements for the trip.
I was wrong. Or, more accurately, I had underestimated the situation. Not only was there one room for the two of us, there was also one bed. It was an ancient and beautiful four-poster, set wide across the back wall. Technically, there was enough room for us each to have our own side and then some. I was pretty sure I could stretch my arms out to full length and still touch nothing but sheets. A gap could also be easily closed should such an action be wished.
Suddenly shedding my usual shyness, at least when it came to Max, I didn’t even go into the bathroom before changing into my bikini. Stripping right down to nothing, I wasn’t wearing my brace in my daydream. Suddenly regaining my full range of motion, I took my time finding my bikini in my small suitcase. Max watched every second with close attention. He didn’t touch me at any point, but I could feel his eyes on me. His gaze caressed every inch, making me suffer subtly with delight, as though it were his hands.
