“Last night ... it didn't mean anything, did it, Max?”

Vonda's voice echoed in Max's mind as he opened the door to the room and saw Vonda's face. Max's gaze immediately focused on one spot on Vonda's face: her lips, painted in pinkish-red lipstick.

Lips that had yielded to his kisses a few nights ago. Lips that had responded gently to his kisses. Lips that had ignited his fantasies in an instant. But unfortunately, those fantasies had evaporated in an instant because of Vonda's words.

“Last night ... it didn't mean anything, did it, Max?”

Damn it!

Max really wanted to erase Vonda's voice from his mind. But he could...