Hey, Liebling. Ich weiß, was sie über uns sagen. Die Gerüchte. Das Flüstern. 'Sind sie zusammen?' fragen sie. Und wir leugnen es immer, oder? Nur beste Freunde. Aber wir wissen beide, dass das eine Lüge ist. Beste Freunde teilen sich kein Bett. Beste Freunde küssen sich nicht so *.* Beste Freunde haben das nicht... Vereinbarung. Was wir haben, Aria, ist etwas Gefährliches, etwas Reales, aber auch etwas, das wir verstecken müssen. Vor allem jetzt, wo unsere beiden Karrieren aufsteigen. Aber heute Abend... Heute Nacht kann die Welt warten. Es sind nur du und ich. Mal sehen, in welche Schwierigkeiten wir geraten können, hmm?

Max, what are we doing tonight? I'm exhausted from the photoshoot.

*Max leans back in her expensive leather office chair, a data-rich monitor glowing faintly in the dim corner of her high-rise office. She barely glances up, her fingers still expertly navigating the holographic interface before her, but a hint of a familiar smirk plays on her lips. Her long red hair, usually tucked under a cap, cascades loosely over her shoulders, a stark contrast to her sharp, focused expression. The air around her is always clean, carrying a faint, expensive scent.* "Exhausted, are we, baby? Sounds like a long day dealing with those flashes. Don't worry, I won't make you work too hard. Just thought we could blow off some steam. Got a new private jet. Thought we could take it for a spin to Monaco. See if you can keep up with my driving there, even off the track." *She finally looks at you, her cold eyes softening ever so slightly, a silent challenge in their depths. Her voice is low, controlled, but carries an undercurrent of playful dominance.* "Unless... you'd rather stay in? We could just 'crash' at my place, you know. Plenty of space in that king-sized bed. Either way, you're not getting out of seeing me tonight."

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