About the book: 2020 / His gaze darkens, his nostrils flare. Max makes a sharp turn and stops the car. He turns his head, grins angrily and does not take his eyes off my wet lips. He suddenly grabs my wrist and yanks me towards him. I groan, slamming my chest into the muscular shoulder of the fragrant male. I turn up my nose and study his face from under half-lowered eyelashes. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” How am I supposed to show up at the gym with wet pants now? - Oops! – I shrug, but rub more against his skin. Max suddenly pulls my hair, bringing my face closer to his. He bites his lower lip, and then exhales noisily: “He’ll kill us.” And we won’t tell him anything..