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had been fine with her
drinking alcohol as soon as she turned 21 so that was no longer an
issue. As soon as Martha let them into the apartment she headed
straight for the library that had the most well stocked bar. The
living room bar was okay but the good stuff was in Max’s
private library stash. She picked up a bottle which said ‘Legacy
by Angostura’ which looked like a likely candidate to get her
drunk really fast. Plus it was rum, which she liked unlike most other
types of alcohol. She sat down in Max’s chair and poured
herself a glass.

Chapter 3
    The
rum was a lot more potent than she’d imagined. She’d only
finished one glass before she started to feel woozy. When Max found
her there, she’d had three glasses and was an angry drunk.
    “ Christine!”
he had exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were in here.”
    Christine glared at
him. “S’all your fault,” she mumbled.
    “ What?”
he asked.
    “ S’your
fault. You did this to me,” she complained, eyes drooping as
she studied Max. He was a tall dude, really tall; maybe six two. And
people considered him to be good looking…it wasn’t just
the money even. There was his dark hair and his dark eyes and his
inherent Frenchiness that
just made him seem elegant all the time, even when his tie was askew
and his shirt was untucked like now. Plus he carried himself like a
stalking panther, all loping grace and power. Those wide shoulders of
his looked like they could take the weight of the world on them.
    “ You’re
drunk,” he said pointing out the obvious.
    “ No
shit,” she replied managing to sound sarcastic even though she
was slurring her words pretty bad.
    “ What’s
wrong? You never get drunk,” he said.
    “ How
would you know?” she jeered at him.
    “ I
know you,” he countered which sounded like utter bullshit to
her.
    “ If
you know me so well then what am I thinking right at this moment?”
she asked.
    Max
stared at her for a long while. “I don’t know that
anything you’re thinking would be good for you in any way so I
suggest that instead I help you to one of the guest rooms so you can get some sleep,”
he said.
    “ What?
You’re not going to call my gra? Let her know what a bad girl
I’m being?” she asked.
    “ No,
I’m not calling your grandmother because she doesn’t need
this shit. She works really hard to provide for you and she doesn’t
need to be worrying about where your head is right now. So you’re
going to sleep it off, whatever it is and tomorrow you go home and
you make better decisions.”
    It was Christine’s
turn to study him for a long while. “You know,” she
declared.
    “ I
know,” he said.
    “ How?”
she asked.
    Max smiled. “You
recovered too fast. You were too in love with him to be over him so
completely the way you were pretending to be. And lately you’ve
been happier again…glowing like you had a secret. Today that
glow is gone, so I’m guessing you found the marriage license.”
    “ You
are pretty scary you know that?” she said cheeks flaming in
embarrassment at being caught so completely.
    “ I
know. It’s a gift,” he said with a smile. He came forward
and wrapped his hand around her arm, pulling her out of his chair
like that. She went along only because she didn’t have enough
coordination to resist him effectively. He took her to the guest room
opposite his room, stripped her to her panties and tucked her into
bed. She was just too drunk to be embarrassed.
    The next morning he
woke her with coffee, bacon, sausage and scrambled eggs in bed. He
didn’t talk about the night before or about the fact that he’d
seen her almost naked. Still, she couldn’t get it out of her
head. As he gathered the tray to return to the kitchen, she stopped
his moving away with a hand on his arm.
    “ Why
didn’t you take me up on that offer last night?” she
asked.
    He sat back down on the
bed. “I wasn’t about to take advantage of my
housekeeper’s granddaughter when she was