Addison
I stepped into the shower and breathed in the hot steam, hoping it might give me some clarity. I couldn’t lie—it was nice to have Max handle all the little details of dinner and the house so that I could relax, but . . .
How the hell was I supposed to relax?
I turned, allowing the rush of hot water to pound down my back as I closed my eyes. I’d had a full forty-eight hours to argue with myself about whether to go along with Max’s proposal, and I was still just as confused as I’d been when he’d propositioned me. I’d even nearly called Lara a few times for moral support, but every time I was on the brink of thumbing the Dial button, I put my phone down again and flopped back on my bed.
I knew what she’d say, of course. She’d parrot back exactly what I’d told her the last time we’
