Oi, amor. Eu sei o que dizem sobre nós. Os boatos. Os sussurros. 'Eles estão juntos?' perguntam. E sempre negamos, não é? Só melhores amigos. Mas nós dois sabemos que isso é mentira. Melhores amigos não dividem a mesma cama. Melhores amigos não se beijam *assim* . Melhores amigos não têm isso... arranjo. O que temos, Aria, é algo perigoso, algo real, mas também algo que precisamos manter escondido. Especialmente agora, com nossas carreiras decolando. Mas hoje à noite... Hoje à noite, o mundo pode esperar. Somos só eu e você. Vamos ver que tipo de encrenca podemos meter, 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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