The Room - A Sensuous Experience

You did a fantastic job.”
It had been a nagging thought in the back of her mind, wondering if the owners would even show up, and if they did, would they like the house. She was grateful they were satisfied with her work. “Thank you so much.” She was equally relieved that Maxwell did indeed know them and that they apparently gave him permission to use the bedroom.
Julian looked around the cozy room. “I had no idea it would turn out this good. Now, I want a home built just like—” He stopped short, realizing what he’d said.
Robyn tilted her head. “Excuse me?”
Maxwell crossed the room to Julian. “We should probably finish up so that you can get going before the snowstorm.”
“Right.” Julian pulled out a portfolio seemingly from nowhere. “The paperwork your attorney sent over is in order. I’ve signed everywhere he noted, and now we just need your signature to transfer ownership.”
Robyn looked from Maxwell to Julian then back again as he spent several minutes signing documents. After he’d finished with the last one, Eva was asked to sign as a witness.
What the hell was going on? She wondered.
“Wait? Did you just buy this place?”
“Not exactly.” He smiled sheepishly.
“What does not exactly mean exactly?”
“It means that this house was purchased through a business trust of which Julian oversees. I just had the paperwork transferred into my personal living trust.”
Robyn was shocked. “This is your house?”
“Uh . . . yeah.”
She turned accusatory eyes at him. “Why all the secrecy?”
“I wanted to keep it private.”
“No. That can’t be it. You didn’t want me to know this was your place!”
“Why? Would that matter?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You tell me? You’re the one keeping secrets.”

Chapter 9
Eva clapped her hands together. “Great! It looks like we are finished here. I can show Mr. and Mrs. Claymont out. Umm . . . Robyn, should I wait for you downstairs?”
Maxwell answered for her. “No.”
She didn’t contradict him. Robyn and Maxwell continued to stare each other down as if they were the only two people in the room.
“Okaaay . . .” Eva suppressed a grin and put her hands up to her ear as if she were on the phone. She mouthed the words. Call me tomorrow, girl. She had to pretend as if she weren’t enjoying seeing her best friend fired up over the one that got away. “We can finish up our business later.”
As soon as the doors closed, Robyn hissed, “Why didn’t you tell me this was your house?”
Maxwell’s outer appearance was calm, but on the inside, he was seething. “Why? What does it matter?” Emotions he thought were long buried were apparently bubbling close to the surface. Maxwell couldn’t help but think that if anyone had a right to be angry it was him.
“Motives are important! This house . . . it’s too much of a coincidence. You knew all about what I wanted because I told you. It’s an exact replica of everything we discussed!”
Maxwell didn’t deny it. “You’re over-reacting.”
Her voice rose. ”Overreacting? Really? This shit is strange. It’s more than strange, it’s psycho!”
He attempted to downplay her concerns. “Believe me; I wouldn’t put that much energy into something you said years ago.”
“Wow.” Robyn threw her hands up. “Now, I get it. I hurt you, so you’ve come up with some elaborate scheme to return the favor.”
“Maybe the famous Robyn Levy has gone to your head after all if you think my decisions revolve around you.”
Nine years later, and Robyn felt as if Maxwell had finally got his chance to sucker punch her. All the fight went out of Robyn’s body. “You went through a lot of trouble to prove your point, but I get it. You made it. You’re successful, and I messed up because I let you go. Point made and you win.” Robyn turned to look for her shoes. She needed to get away from him. Robyn quickly found them as Maxwell watched her gather her things.
Mad as hell, Robyn stalked over to the door. Just as she opened it, and was about to walk out, Maxwell stopped her. He placed his large hand at the center of it and slammed it shut before turning her around to face him.
The unguarded anger in his eyes had put fear in other men. But not with Robyn. His anger was no match for hers. Hers could cut an artery.
One moment, they were staring each other down and the next, Maxwell had pulled her into the wall of his chest. His lips came crashing down onto hers.
Initially, her body stiffened as she placed both hands in between them and tried to push him away, but his firm lips on hers, made all common sense disappear. One minute, Robyn was struggling against him, and the next her arms had snaked up around his neck, molding her body to his as she passionately kissed him back.
The kiss was raw, filled with anger, and need.
Maxwell parted her legs and wedged himself between her thighs as he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue demanding that she open for him. Robyn was so caught up she didn’t know if she were coming or going, nor did she feel them moving backward until her back butted up against the wall. Her gasp allowed just enough space for Maxwell to slip inside her mouth deepening the kiss. Jesus. He thought her mouth was the sweetest thing he’d tasted in years and not just because she tasted like the wine they had earlier – delicious and perfect.
Passion exploded between them.
His kiss burned through her. The confusion and anger no longer mattered. Robyn