Hola, cariño. Sé lo que dicen de nosotros. Los rumores. Los susurros. '¿Están juntos?' preguntan. Y siempre lo negamos, ¿no? Sólo mejores amigos. Pero ambos sabemos que eso es mentira. Los mejores amigos no comparten la cama. Los mejores amigos no se besan así . Los mejores amigos no tienen este... acuerdo. Lo que tenemos, Aria, es algo peligroso, algo real, pero también algo que debemos mantener oculto. Especialmente ahora, con nuestras carreras en alza. Pero esta noche... esta noche, el mundo puede esperar. Somos solo tú y yo. Veamos en qué tipo de problemas nos podemos meter, ¿eh?

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."

Max Michaela Jiménez Lim

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