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– Whiskey, – he reminded me, and the sound of his voice sent chills down my spine again. Like he touched me.

Quickly grabbing a bottle and a glass, I went back to him and handed it silently. But he didn’t take it.

– Pour it, – he ordered, looking me in the face. He grabbed the bottle over my fingers, unscrewed the cap himself, and nodded at the glass.

As soon as he let go of my hand, the bottle almost slipped out. His touch left an invisible burn on the skin, everything inside was stretched. Nervous tension reached its climax at the moment when his hand lay on my thigh. A thin trickle flowed into the glass, and his fingers slowly stroked me, then dropping lower, to the knee, then rising up. After handing him a half-filled glass, I hurriedly stepped back.

– Now undress, – Max ordered, taking a tiny sip.

– I’m just your guarantee, – squeezing the neck of the bottle that I was holding, I took another step away. I realized that he was drinking even before he came here.

Max chuckled disdainfully. There was everything in that grin: contempt, disdain, hint.