Free Indiscretion: Volume Three (Indiscretion #3) by Elisabeth Grace Page B

front of my dress as I walked up the front steps of the country club. I’d chosen to wear a one-shoulder red silk chiffon dress that belted at my waist. Crystals adorned the upper half of the dress before tapering off just below my waist. It was a floor length gown, but the material was light and airy so it would be easy to run around and attend to everything this evening.
    As I stepped through the doors to the country club, an hour before the event was to start, my nerves started to set in. I needed to get through tonight without tipping anyone off as to the nature of Max’s and my relationship. He had only filled me in that his father would be coming after we returned from Portland, and the thought of meeting him was weighing heavily on my mind. I knew from the little we’d talked about him that Max didn’t feel like he measured up in his father’s eyes. I wasn’t sure how I’d hide my reaction if I witnessed his father treating him poorly. Despite the fact that Max and I weren’t in a relationship, and I’d never see his father again, I couldn’t help feeling like I was meeting my boyfriend’s family.
    The first thing I did was check to ensure the room was set up properly. Everything appeared to be in order. The circular tables were spaced out around the room, with the tables containing the silent auction items lining the back wall. Each table had four mason jars filled with local wildflowers in the center of the table, all wrapped together in burlap. A podium and microphone were at the front of the room on a raised stage.
    Satisfied, I dropped my purse at my table and decided to go find the country club’s event manager to make sure everything was on track with the menu. I left the room, my four inch heels clicking down the large hallway toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the water at the back of the country club. As I was nearing the windows, Max came in through one of the glass doors. He spotted me immediately and made his way toward me. I stopped to take him in as he made his way over.
    His tuxedo hugged his body perfectly, hinting at his pectorals and biceps beneath the black fabric. His hair was slicked back, more than I’d ever seen it before, and his five o’clock shadow was perfectly trimmed. He looked utterly fuckable. And I had to keep my hands off of him all night. Super.
    Before I could say a word to him, he pulled me through a door and shut it quickly behind us. The space was dark and felt small. He released my hand and I could hear him running his hand along the wall, searching for a light switch.
    “Bingo,” he said, and the room was flooded with light.
    I looked around, realizing we were in a supply room. Towels, toilet paper, and other sundries lined shelves on the back wall, while boxes of supplies lined the other two.
    “Well, hello handsome,” I whispered, smiling up at him.
    He stalked toward me, his intent clear in his eyes. When he reached me, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into the firmness of his body. “You didn’t expect me to be able to keep my hands off you all night, did you?” His mouth crashed down on mine, and I had a moment of panic that my lip gloss might be smeared, but it quickly dissolved into the ether as Max’s tongue moved against my own. Hands roamed with one ending up on the nape of my neck, the other on my ass, pushing my pelvis into his hard cock concealed underneath his tuxedo pants.
    He pulled away and cupped my face in his hands. “You look phenomenal tonight. Perfection, really.”
    My chest warmed at his words, and I smiled. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
    Max leaned forward and we stood there for a moment not speaking, with just our foreheads touching. His thumb rubbed my cheek. “How am I going to get through an entire night not being able to touch you?”
    “I feel the same,” I said, feeling dreamy and frustrated at the same time. “But we have to.”
    Max’s hand swept over top of my breast, causing a