Merry Christmas to my dear reads!
I don't act camp or feel the need to display my sexual preference for all to see, but I'm not ashamed of it, either. But right now my stomach is twisting, my head is whirling and I think I'm being discreet at peering around before dropping my eyes to my glass.
"Oh my." Stella squeals, making me jump. My eyes snap up. "That would be amazing, Max."
I glance over at Max; he smiles at Stella on a slow nod and takes a sip of his champagne. "I think it will be a great opportunity for me."
"What would be so amazing?" I ask reluctantly tearing my eyes away from my glass.
Max's eyes shift to me, smiling. "I'm opening my new clinic here. So, I don't have go back to Toronto."
Really? He is here to open a new clinic. "That's good." I return his smile and hesitantly take a sip. "Mrs Taylor must be very glad."
A grin takes over his face. "She is actually not very happy."
My brows shoot up amused. "Why?"
All the years I have known Mrs. Taylor, I've seen her as a person who would do anything for her son and when Max had to go away for further studies it was very hard on her.
Max laughs. "She wanted to move to Toronto but as I'm back now, she can't."
I ask for another drink by waving my empty short glass under Stella's nose. "But she is definitely elated to have you back." I ask him because I know it.
"More." She asks I nod my response giving her a brief glance. She waves her empty glass at Fin and leans on the table. "I'll meet my friends and be right back." She doesn't catch my wide eyes as she nods her head to a group of men close by.
Panic seizes me watching her saunter away from the table. I don't want her to go leaving me alone with Max, and my breathing stutters when he leans his elbows on table turning his body towards me.
"At last we can talk." He takes the two shot glasses from Fin and rests them on the table. "How are you?"
"I'm good." I don't look at him but watch Stella weave though the crowded lounge.
"You're not even going to look at me."
"Sorry." My eyes land on him and I pretend not hearing him. "What?"
"Nothing." Max sighs grabbing the shot before passing it to me. "Drink up."
Sprinkling some salt on my back of my hand from saltshaker and licking it, I take the glass and knock it with his before tipping the contents down my throat. The burn is instant making me choke and my inner cheek pinches secreting saliva in my mouth.
I gasp and slam my shot glass down before shoot Max a withering glare when I hear him chuckle.
Chuckling he holds up a wedge of fresh lemon near my mouth. "Have it."
His actions feels so intimate that my neck pulls back and my eyes drop on the lemon before taking the wedge from him and sinking my teeth into it juicy flesh.
"I think I'm done for tonight." I shudder at the lingering flavour struggling to rid my mouth of the rancid taste.
His sucks the juices from the lemon wedge. "Two more for me and then I'm done too." He raises his hand and orders for another round.
He should not be drinking too much. At least I can call Gabriel to pick me up who will take him. "How you're going home?"
Max's glass pauses at his lips and he blinks. "What?"
