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Dani
Max Malone’s significant presence seemed to steal all of the available oxygen in the back of the large tin can we were riding in. I’d never been in an enclosed place in such near proximity to him. Even though I couldn’t seem to catch my breath, it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant sensation.
I tore at the loose collar of my tee shirt, even though it wasn’t what was causing my lack of air. My cheeks felt flushed. I could only hope that Max would think it was due to my stressful k********g. The fact that it was actually because he was so near was ridiculous. My logical mind knew that he was only here because of his sister, but my stupid heart wanted to believe it had something to do with me, too.
He was a player, and I would be wise to remember that. But when his sensual eyes bored
