Page 35 of Restrain Me


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My heart starts to beat faster.

“Okay.”

“We’re going to walk right by him. He won’t expect a socialite to wear jeans and walk the streets.”

“Okay.”

Max wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I’m held tightly to his side. We must look like an intimate couple as we walk toward the vulture who’ll sell my photo to any and every magazine in France.

I duck my head low, and as we near the paparazzi, Max whispers intimately, “What do you want to have for dinner,ma chérie?”

I almost stumble from hearing him call me his darling, but knowing it’s an act, I answer, “Anything. I’m not fussy.”

We pass the man, and Max keeps his arm around me until we turn left up a street, and we disappear from the paparazzi’s line of sight.

I glance over my shoulder then let out a burst of laughter. “We actually pulled it off.”

“The hunter never expects his prey to be right in front of him,” Max says as he lowers his arm and places his hand on my lower back again.

I should be worried about how much I’m starting to like the man’s touch.

I take some random photos of cars lining the streets, lights shining from buildings, and even a trashcan with a discarded packet next to it.

When we get back to my penthouse, I wait for Max to do his usual search of the place before saying, “Thank you for tonight.”

“You’re welcome.”

There’s no expression on his face, and it has me requesting, “Give me one smile, and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.”

He shakes his head, and it fills me with disappointment. “You can’t leave me alone if we’re watching a movie.”

My face lights up with a bright smile. “Okay, I’ll agree to no smile if you at least have some popcorn tonight.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t push your luck.”

Walking to the stairs, I chuckle, “One day, I’ll get you to eat snacks.” I head to the first floor, then call out, “I’m just going to take a shower. I’ll meet you in the living room in a half hour.”

I dart into the darkroom and place my camera bag on the desk before I go to my bedroom. Feeling relaxed and happy, I grin from ear to ear as I grab a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and clean underwear.

If things stay like this, I don’t mind having Max around. When he lets his guard down a little, he’s actually a nice person.

Just don’t go falling for the man. You don’t need that kind of heartbreak in your life.

Chapter 11

Max

I’m entering dangerous waters.

Watching Camille take photos to her heart's content and holding her close when we passed the paparazzi guy did things to my heart.

Weird shit.

I’m not used to feeling anything, especially where women are concerned.

And having Camille smile at every little thing and thank me for everyday shit is not helping.

I can’t develop feelings for the woman. Under no circumstance is that acceptable.

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