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Why don’t you like my jacket? – we stood at a distance of three meters from each other, and I could see how, at my words, the jaws appeared on his cheekbones. My wrist was still aching from the hard grip, and it suddenly became clear to me that it was better not to argue with him now. But still…

– Put another one on, – he repeated. I pursed my lips and, sitting down near the suitcase, pulled out a pale lilac chiffon blouse fastened with three neat buttons.

– Will this fit? – dryly inquired.

Max narrowed his eyes. He came over and, carelessly rummaging through my things, took out a black lace top. Threw them at me.

– Get dressed.

I angrily squeezed the top. She looked at Max from the bottom up, barely holding back the anger that boiled in her blood again, and snarled:

– Get out.

His gaze remained impenetrable, only the corner of his hard mouth twitched slightly. He wasn’t going to leave. He leaned his shoulder against the jamb and, continuing to squint, repeated the order with just a nod of his head. Tense, taut, I abruptly rose to my feet and, turning my back, took off the T-shirt that was on me. She put on her top and looked at Max.