I blot all sexy thoughts from my mind. I’m on a mission. I position the knife and fork perfectly. I clear my throat. “You know, I can see your tower from my bedroom window.” “Can you,” Max rumbles, velvety cool. “It’s a beautiful building, it really is, but…” I trail off. “But what?” “I’m afraid I can’t give it more than three stars.” His expression is just a little bit stony; no sign of emotion whatsoever unless you count that muscle twitching at the side of his jaw. “I know you would’ve wanted at least a four-star rating from me, if not a five. I hope you’re not disappointed.” “I can’t say
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