Page 53 of Boss from Hell

Maggie and I polished off the bottle of Merlot.

Hours later, as I walked her to the door, my steps were a little wobbly. I was probably going to regret drinking so much in the morning, but I was really glad that Maggie had come.

She had snapped me out of my melancholy mood and made me see the weekend for what it had been. I cleaned up, drank a glass of water and headed to bed.

Chapter 29

Max

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Iparked the car and walked to the front of the building.

It was 3.00 a.m. The only sign of life was a couple on the other side of the street, clearly intoxicated, their slurred voices and laughter breaking the silence of the night. I pressed the buzzer next to the Hudson name tag and waited.

It was late.

Maybe she wouldn’t answer. Maybe that was the best-case scenario. This was a stupid idea, anyway. Disgusted with myself, I turned away from the door.

“Max?” she called sleepily through the intercom.

I snapped to attention. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah, I’m alone. Come on up.”

The buzzer sounded and I pushed the door open. I was too hyped up to wait for the elevator. I ran up the stairs three at a time. Within a few minutes I was on Lillian’s floor.

I walked down the corridor towards her open door.

She stood at the doorway with an uncertain look on her face… and a nightgown that was too short… for eyes other than mine. The thought of another man looking at her incensed me.

Why? Why did it have to be her?

She took one look at my face and backed away. I kicked the door shut behind me.

“Sorry to come so late,” I said, not sorry at all.

“Have you been drinking?” she asked.

“Yes, but not so much that I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You said goodbye…”

I slipped a hand around her and pulled her soft, warm body against mine. “I did, but I realized the weekend is not over, Lillian. In a few hours it will be, but not yet. We’ll party until dawn comes.”

“I’m glad you came,” she whispered. “Shall I make us some coffee?”

“No. I have other things in mind.”

She held my gaze. “What things?”

“Wild, scandalous things.”

I dipped my hands under her nightshirt and cupped her breasts. They were soft and supple, fitting perfectly into my palms. I gently kneaded them, feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch. She let out a soft moan and I slid my hand down her stomach, feeling the heat between her legs.

The whiskey had blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. She looked like a merciful angel. I paid no attention to the fact that the bible is full of angels of destruction. I trailed kisses along the elegant curve of her neck.

“I got into bed to sleep, but all I could think about was my Lillian and what I wanted to do to her.”