Page 65 of Maxwell


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"I won't accept anything less." He told her, his fingers splayed over the thin material of her dress.

"Are you going back to the office?"

"No. I’m through for the day."

"I have to say something."

"Anything."

"I don’t want your company suffering because of me."

"It's not. You have to realize that you come first." His hands framed her face. "Above everything else."

"Okay." She murmured.

He was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door and Janet pushed in a tray.

She started to move out of his arms but he kept his hand around her waist as the maid came into the room.

"Mr. Joseph said to tell you he’s going up to his suite."

"Thanks, Janet. We‘ll manage on our own."

She set the covered bowls on the table in front of them and left.

"Will you have the meal with me?"

"Only if I get to feed you."

She gave him a wry glance. "You know I’m capable of feeding myself, don't you?"

"Why deprive me of the pleasure?" Leaning forward, he uncovered the bowl and picked up a spoon. "Open up, darling."

"Maxwell, this is ridiculous."

"Open."

Rolling her eyes, she did just that. "It's a little warm."

"Take your time." He advised as he continued to feed her. “There’s something I need to tell you."

"Hmm umm." She swallowed.

"There’s someone I’d like you to meet."

"Who is it?"

"My aunt." Filling the spoon again, he brought it to her mouth.

"Your aunt?"

"Yes. Open. Good girl." He grinned at her. "My mother's twin sister. They were estranged when I was growing up and I never saw her again for years." He filled the spoon again and brought it to her mouth. "I never thought about or heard from her until after I started making money. Naturally, I was suspicious and I asked her what she wanted and why she was coming around now."

"Which is only natural. What did she want?"

"Nothing." He fed her some more. "Turned out she was running away from an abusive husband and had to stay hidden until she heard that he’d died."

"You believed her?"

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