24 NOT a date 1 (2/2)
”Tired?”, Max asked with a charming smile. ”You can hold onto my shoulder, I can drag you.”
”No, thanks.” Liz is not the one to admit her weakness. She secretly glanced at the time and exhaled in relief when she saw that the tour should end in less than fifteen minutes.
Liz's legs were shaky when she got off the bicycle. She was more than happy to accept the coffee offer when Max gestured to the coffee shop on the corner.
”Here you go.”, he pulled a second chair for her, and lifted her legs on it before going to order coffee for both of them.
Liz was reminded that Max is very observant. And even though she said that she is not tired, he saw through her, but he didn't rub it in.
'Ah, Quentin is a lucky guy.', Liz thought while observing Max.
'Smart, funny, observant, caring, handsome, a gentleman…' Liz pinched her own arm to remind herself to stay focused. No matter how charming Max is, he is taken. And she came here to work, not to get carried away with some romance nonsense.
She shook her head while thinking that this is totally uncharacteristic for her to have such thoughts… What kinds of thoughts she has exactly? She is only appreciating good qualities of her neighbor. Nothing more… She told herself.
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Max parked the car in front of an unmarked building.
He extended his arm, palm up to help Liz get out of the car.
”This is not a restaurant.”, she voiced her thoughts while getting out of the car.
”True. It's a necessary stop before dinner.”, he explained vaguely.
”Mr. Anderson, it's nice to see you again.”, tall and slim man welcomed Max warmly as soon as they entered.
Liz can see that they know each other.
”Hi Simon. This is Miss Williams. Please have her ready for a formal occasion. You have half an hour.”
Liz was caught off guard. Simon person ushered her into the side room with urgency before she got a chance to ask for an explanation. Once Liz was seated on a comfortable sofa, Simon excused himself and three women greeted Liz before showing her variety of elegant dresses and asking about her styling preferences.
Liz understood that Max got her here to dress up for a dinner where formal attire is necessary. She puffed her cheeks in frustration. Why didn't he tell her in advance? She has a dress or two that are formal. Is there a need to go through all this? They could have gone back to their apartments and she can get ready in fifteen minutes.
She was never too much into bling, so she picked a simple black knee-length backless skater dress. It's elegant, but not too much. Paired with silver open toe pumps and a silver clutch, she was ready… almost. There was still hair and makeup.
”Just curl it up a bit and keep it down…”, she told the lady who was ready with a comb while she picked a rose colored lipstick from the selection makeup stylist offered. Liz rejected jewelry.
Max's handsome eyebrow arched, and he smiled in approval when he saw Liz come out into the hallway.
If she could read his mind, she would find out how impressed he is under that well-rehearsed cool façade. The dress emphasizes her narrow waist and long legs, her breasts are covered fully, yet plump and inviting… everything about Liz is just right. Even the natural makeup is only enhancing her full lips and black eyes. He does not remember when was the last time he took out for a dinner a woman with less makeup and less bling, yet so beautiful. She is stunning.
Liz looked at him and observed his perfectly fitting black suit with two thin silver lines on the lapels. She will not deny that he is extremely handsome, but she reminded herself that he is… taken… Quentin.
”We are matching again.”, she smiled.
Max approached her with a spring in his step and a boyish grin while offering his arm which she took.
Liz wanted to scold him for this unnecessary styling treatments, but he was so happy that she didn't want to spoil it. Ah, well… it's already done.
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