Goldie Locks: Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

Nothing fancy. Just some slacks and a top with the shoes.

Max likes what he sees and wastes no time in telling me so.

“I can’t wait to peel this off you,” he says hungrily, nibbling my neck before kissing me. Casually announcing we should get something to eat before collecting my new phone.

“If you want?” he adds, noticing how much he’s taken charge, which I kinda figure is just how he is with everything.

I’ve got no problem with that, my belly’s been groaning for a while and although it’s been fun, shopping can be exhausting.

A mall like this one doesn’t have a food court, it has restaurants, and once again, Trixie is more than welcome, even getting her own little plate of whatever we choose for her to snack on, all dog friendly of course.

While Trixie enjoys something she looks like I’ll have to feed her from now on, Max asks if he can order for us both, choosing a huge pastrami stack of a sandwich with monster fries, which we share.

“You normally eat one of these on your own?” I ask him, noticing he doesn’t even mind sharing with me as he nods.

“I’m a big eater, always have been,” he confides, but I kind of figured that not that he has an ounce of fat on his lean body, but from what I’ve heard, bigger guys need to eat bigger meals.

I have trouble finishing my half of what is essentially a meat coma between two thick slices of toasted rye.

Even Trixie is full for once and I feel nothing but relief when Max offers to finish what I can’t manage.

“It’s had my mouth all over it though,” I caution him, he makes a low, hungry sound as he bites into it, loudly telling me as he chews that he’d gladly put his mouth anywhere mine’s been, making me blush.

Sensing I’m done with eating and shopping, at least for today, Max picks up the check and suggests we head home after collecting my new phone which I’ve almost managed to forget all about.

True to his word, they’ve set it up with a new number, transferred everything I wanted to keep from the old phone, and repackaged and cleaned up the old one, which Max recommends we keep.

“It has all those messages you got on it, doesn’t it?” he asks, not meaning to put a dampener on things, but I know he hasn’t stopped thinking about whoever’s following me since he found out.

“Uh… I kinda deleted everything,” I tell him, making a face when I see how disappointed he is.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tells me, a white lie to protect my feelings.

I sense Max wants to go to the police, or more likely, a private investigator to solve my little problem.

Or maybe worse, maybe he wants to deal with this himself.

He brushes it off, determined not to spoil our first day together and making sure we’re all set, we head back to his car, and in what feels like no time we’ve left downtown behind us. Eventually winding our way through leafy suburbs sets me to guessing where someone as interesting and amazing as Maxwell Bear might actually call home.

Makes me wonder if I could really get used to all of this.

But being with Max like this, even so soon. It feels like home already.

Chapter Fourteen

Maxwell

I want to open that latest note from under her door so bad, wished I’d asked Phoebe earlier about the other messages too.

Even though she’s deleted them, there’s always a chance they could be scraped. I have a few contacts through my dad who should be able to help, finding the number and phone that picture was sent from shouldn’t be too hard for them either.

I’d like to see all this behind her quickly and quietly, as far as Phoebe’s concerned anyway.

Once I know who’s behind terrifying her, I’ll make sure they have their own set of problems to deal with. The least of which will be answering to me personally.

For today though, from now on, I only want to see her smiling. Only want her and her little fur baby to be happy and not wanting for or worrying about anything.

I could have gone to the city house. A loft apartment I use when I’m in town on business.

But I want Phoebe away from the city, at least until we get to the bottom of things.

I could take her to the country house, upstate. But I really don’t feel like driving so long. I want to see her somewhere safe and all to myself, and soon.

Plus the suburbs home is where everything’s being sent and it does have excellent security.

If anyone does manage to follow us, they’d be stupid to try even getting within a hundred feet of the gates without me knowing about it.

Despite everything, I can’t help but want to pleasure Phoebe all over again. I’ve caught her glancing at me in a similar way more than once as we’ve shopped and had our late lunch.