Post by Rowena Jones on Aug 7, 2017 19:14:32 GMT -5
She’d taken one step when Max pulled her back and she found herself standing just a little too close to him. If anyone walked in on them now that would be it. She ought to take a step back. She tried to make her legs move but they wouldn’t obey her. From this distance, she could really appreciate the green of his eyes.
“Ro, come on. You didn’t put me up to anything. I wanted to do this. The fundraiser, bidding on you… all of it. Don’t tell them or we’ll risk Albert and Milton thinking they’re right all the time, but I think they might have been right here. When we’re not yelling at each other, we’re…. I dunno, we’re good.”
Rowena flushed furiously, her cheeks matching the colour of Max’s ears. Was he trying to say what she thought he was? From deep within the depths of her exhaustion, a small bubble of cautious happiness began to rise. She looked at him expectantly as he raised his head to meet her gaze.
“Would you like to go out sometime…?” He mumbled and the grin that started to form on Rowena’s face couldn’t be stopped.
“What was that Max? I didn’t quite understand that mumble…” she teased, not quite believing what he'd said. And anyway, she wasn't going to let him get away with that pathetic attempt at asking her on a date.
She looked at him, eyebrow raised, smile brightening up her face and suddenly thought that the night might not end so badly after all. Yes, now she had to spend time with Eden Fletcher, but Max wanted to see her outside work. He wanted to. All by himself. Not because of some auction. How they had gotten to this point, Rowena had no idea, but since that night in the lift she’d suspected that the tension between them wasn’t due to hatred at all. She let him fluster a little before looked up at him, meeting his gaze deliberately.
“Yes Max. I’d love to.”
“Ro, come on. You didn’t put me up to anything. I wanted to do this. The fundraiser, bidding on you… all of it. Don’t tell them or we’ll risk Albert and Milton thinking they’re right all the time, but I think they might have been right here. When we’re not yelling at each other, we’re…. I dunno, we’re good.”
Rowena flushed furiously, her cheeks matching the colour of Max’s ears. Was he trying to say what she thought he was? From deep within the depths of her exhaustion, a small bubble of cautious happiness began to rise. She looked at him expectantly as he raised his head to meet her gaze.
“Would you like to go out sometime…?” He mumbled and the grin that started to form on Rowena’s face couldn’t be stopped.
“What was that Max? I didn’t quite understand that mumble…” she teased, not quite believing what he'd said. And anyway, she wasn't going to let him get away with that pathetic attempt at asking her on a date.
She looked at him, eyebrow raised, smile brightening up her face and suddenly thought that the night might not end so badly after all. Yes, now she had to spend time with Eden Fletcher, but Max wanted to see her outside work. He wanted to. All by himself. Not because of some auction. How they had gotten to this point, Rowena had no idea, but since that night in the lift she’d suspected that the tension between them wasn’t due to hatred at all. She let him fluster a little before looked up at him, meeting his gaze deliberately.
“Yes Max. I’d love to.”