Sitting In Traffic

Chapter 90- Rumors Spreading

Riley was sitting on the floor of Max's bedroom, unloading one of three suitcases full of clothing while Max and Daniel brought up Riley's dresser. Daniel was leaving directly after, he wanted to go home. They landed and packed Riley's things and left almost immediately. She looked towards the door when Max and Daniel started shuffling inside, trying to angle the dresser correctly so it wouldn't hit the walls. Max had suppressed his smile while Daniel was here. He hated the circumstances that Riley was in for her to move in, but he loved that she was there.

"Just put it along this wall" Max tried directing Daniel to the other side of the room.

"Got it" He said, walking backwards, listening to Max's instructions before they set down the dresser.

"Thanks Dan" Riley told him, taking a dress out of her bag and putting it on a hanger.

"I'll see you guys around" He told the both of them, making his exit.

Max closed the door behind him and walked to the bed. He sat down at the edge, watching Riley put more things on hangers and set them aside to hang up later.

"Can I help you with anything" Max asked, he wanted to speed up the process and have everything away so they could actually do something, but Riley shook her head.

"No I'm fine"

"When we really move in together I think we'll need a new place" He looked around the room, it felt crowded with an added dresser. His room would work for them both temporarily, but in the long run they needed more space.

"As long as we still have a sea view" She told him, which was one of the best things about his apartment, the clear view he had of the sea. There wasn't much else that stuck out to her in the place.

"Whatever you want" He said, watching Riley still, feeling somewhat awkward. They both were and didn't know why. Riley was on edge with her situation at the club along side someone stealing her wallet. She was also nervous moving in with Max, she didn't want to originally until they were married or engaged. But plans change. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, this was one for her.

"Can you pass me that skirt behind you" Riley asked Max, pointing to a black leather mini skirt. Max reached for it, passing it to her quickly.

"Have you figured out what you're wearing Saturday?"

"Something in these bags" She told him, most likely the skirt in hand and a leather corset somewhere. "My new card won't be in until next week"

"Use mine" He told her, going into his pocket for his wallet.

"No" She shook her head, "I have stuff here"

"Pick something out in town"

"I don't need your money right now" She got up from the floor, "I have a million dresses here I've been sent and haven't worn. I'll find something"

"Sometimes I really wish you'd just shut up and take my money" He said, laying backwards on the bed when Riley got on top of him. "I have enough to spare"

"Sometimes I wish you'd stop trying to shove your money down my throat" She straddled him, looking around the room while he looked up at her. "You bought me a boat Max, I'm good for another 365 days at least"

That wasn't going to happen.

"I already told you I'm proposing before December" He reminded her, having his hands roam her hips.