Eva
I'm not even surprised that we're sitting in the most expensive restaurant of all times. I mean, who am I even kidding? It's Max we're talking about, so of course show off is a must.
"Thanks," he snaps at the waiter who hurriedly collects the menu and practically runs away to get out order.
A ghost of smile appears on my lips.
"You know, he didn't do anything. Must you behave like a maniac with every guy?" I tease, fighting a smile.
I fail.
He growls.
"Must you always say the most inappropriate things at the most appropriate time?" He rests back in his leather chair (so extra) and fixes his gaze on my eyes.
I shrug innocently. "May I ask you something?" He knows I am gonna ask anyway so he just waits for whatever is to be bombarded at him.
All these years I had thought finding
