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Author: Vivian Arend
and have a social visit with anyone, not even if he and his twin got along like gangbusters. He took another minute in an attempt to relax enough to walk the stairs without it being obvious he had the hard-on from hell.
He hadn’t expected to see Maxine today. She waited for him on the front steps, a wistful expression on her face.
“Hey, Maxy, what’s happening?”
She shrugged. “I’m supposed to go meet Mom and some of the aunties for a late lunch. Can I kill a little time with you?”
This was not what he’d been hoping for, with images of Tasha still filling his brain. Of course, whacking off in the shower didn’t seem to help much. After getting a taste of reality, he was sick of using his imagination to be with Tasha. But how was he supposed to put his sister off when he’d always made time for her before?
“Course you can stay for a visit. Why didn’t you wait inside?”
“It’s too nice a day.”
He forced a laugh, accepting her hug carefully, his hips twisted away so there wouldn’t be the slightest chance she noticed anything. Together they stepped into the small cottage he owned that sat at the back of one of the estate homes. Maxine went to grab drinks while he wandered over to open the French doors to the deck. Years ago the cottage had been the gardener’s living quarters. It was small, easy to keep tidy, and more than enough room for one person. It had been perfect when he’d returned from college and announced he wasn’t going to live at home anymore. He still remembered how much his parents had balked at the idea—they’d had troubles accepting that he’d finished high school at an accelerated rate. Him being back from college at seventeen? That wasn’t the norm for many kids to be done with school and wanting their independence, but Max had insisted. He had his own business; he had the money he needed. He was vocal enough and strong willed, and it wasn’t often he didn’t get his way.
Except, up to now, with Tasha.
Distraction. That’s what he needed. Maybe the fact Maxine was here would give him something else to think about other than the taste of Natasha’s lips under his, and the sounds she’d made when she climaxed.
Ah man…he needed to keep his thoughts on other things. Safe things, the kind he could talk about with his sister. He scrambled mentally for a second, then glanced over to make sure Maxine was listening. “I’ve got another client lined up for the final test drive of the new software. You interested in taking part in the presentation?”
She spun at the sink and beamed at him. “You serious?”
“Of course. I told you if you got your skills up on code I’d take you on as a partner.”
She handed him a glass of ice tea, even as she shook her head. “No, we’ve been over this before. I can’t be a partner. I’ve got nothing saved up to put into the business. I’m thrilled to work with you, but hire me, okay?”
They moved to sit outside in the old rattan chairs he’d found at a garage sale earlier in the summer. He’d pictured relaxing here with Tasha, the sun setting behind the trees. Damn it, mind on the present. “Yeah, yeah you keep saying that, but I think you’ve got tons to contribute. I loved what you did on the Turner Networking Team website. Very cool graphics on the TNT banner, by the way. How about this? I’ll set you up as a partner based on a buy-in system. As you work projects you’ll get so much in pay and so much in partnership credit. Would that make you feel better?”
Maxine nodded slowly. “Next year when we turn twenty-five, part of the Turner legacy funding will come through, and I can add in whatever the business needs as a full top-up.”
He laughed. “What? You’re actually planning on spending some of the Max money?”
“Goodness knows we deserve it. It would have been bad enough to have the same initials as all your cousins, but the same name?” She grimaced. “Although I’ve very grateful that Mom
He hadn’t expected to see Maxine today. She waited for him on the front steps, a wistful expression on her face.
“Hey, Maxy, what’s happening?”
She shrugged. “I’m supposed to go meet Mom and some of the aunties for a late lunch. Can I kill a little time with you?”
This was not what he’d been hoping for, with images of Tasha still filling his brain. Of course, whacking off in the shower didn’t seem to help much. After getting a taste of reality, he was sick of using his imagination to be with Tasha. But how was he supposed to put his sister off when he’d always made time for her before?
“Course you can stay for a visit. Why didn’t you wait inside?”
“It’s too nice a day.”
He forced a laugh, accepting her hug carefully, his hips twisted away so there wouldn’t be the slightest chance she noticed anything. Together they stepped into the small cottage he owned that sat at the back of one of the estate homes. Maxine went to grab drinks while he wandered over to open the French doors to the deck. Years ago the cottage had been the gardener’s living quarters. It was small, easy to keep tidy, and more than enough room for one person. It had been perfect when he’d returned from college and announced he wasn’t going to live at home anymore. He still remembered how much his parents had balked at the idea—they’d had troubles accepting that he’d finished high school at an accelerated rate. Him being back from college at seventeen? That wasn’t the norm for many kids to be done with school and wanting their independence, but Max had insisted. He had his own business; he had the money he needed. He was vocal enough and strong willed, and it wasn’t often he didn’t get his way.
Except, up to now, with Tasha.
Distraction. That’s what he needed. Maybe the fact Maxine was here would give him something else to think about other than the taste of Natasha’s lips under his, and the sounds she’d made when she climaxed.
Ah man…he needed to keep his thoughts on other things. Safe things, the kind he could talk about with his sister. He scrambled mentally for a second, then glanced over to make sure Maxine was listening. “I’ve got another client lined up for the final test drive of the new software. You interested in taking part in the presentation?”
She spun at the sink and beamed at him. “You serious?”
“Of course. I told you if you got your skills up on code I’d take you on as a partner.”
She handed him a glass of ice tea, even as she shook her head. “No, we’ve been over this before. I can’t be a partner. I’ve got nothing saved up to put into the business. I’m thrilled to work with you, but hire me, okay?”
They moved to sit outside in the old rattan chairs he’d found at a garage sale earlier in the summer. He’d pictured relaxing here with Tasha, the sun setting behind the trees. Damn it, mind on the present. “Yeah, yeah you keep saying that, but I think you’ve got tons to contribute. I loved what you did on the Turner Networking Team website. Very cool graphics on the TNT banner, by the way. How about this? I’ll set you up as a partner based on a buy-in system. As you work projects you’ll get so much in pay and so much in partnership credit. Would that make you feel better?”
Maxine nodded slowly. “Next year when we turn twenty-five, part of the Turner legacy funding will come through, and I can add in whatever the business needs as a full top-up.”
He laughed. “What? You’re actually planning on spending some of the Max money?”
“Goodness knows we deserve it. It would have been bad enough to have the same initials as all your cousins, but the same name?” She grimaced. “Although I’ve very grateful that Mom