Max goes to visit "Mr. Eastman."

Max made her way towards the private VIP rooms. Stopping when she saw the large man blocking the hall that led to the rooms.

"Uhh, I'm supposed to meet with a Mr. Eastman..." Max told the bouncer.

"Room four," the bouncer replied. A smile on his lips as he watched her walk past him. Wishing that for once he was in the VIP room instead of being **** to stand guard stuck listening to all the fun.

Max leaned against the door as she shut it behind her. The room was nice, all the amenities of a high class hotel suite. Logan was sitting on the edge of the large bed and they shared a nervous smile as they eyes finally met.

"Mr. Eastman," Max smirked as she walked over to the stereo turning on some mood music. Logan had used that same alias a number of times before. As soon as Jeane had said that name she knew where Logan had vanished off too.

"Ma..." Logan stopped speaking as Max brought a finger to her lips. Her head motioning upwards slightly alerting him to the fact the room was being monitored. He swallowed hard as Max sat down on his lap, her knees on either side of him.

"Room's being monitored." she whispered to him. Her lips skimming barely across his ear. Max couldn't help but smile feeling his hardness between her legs. For all the times he acted like a perfect gentleman I guess he's still a man after all she thought to herself.

He swallowed his groan as she shifted on his lap. His face turning red with embarrassment knowing that she could undoubtedly feel the effects her 'dance' had on him.

"Why are you here Logan." Max asked

Logan couldn't think of an answer. All he could do was feel the effect Max sitting on his lap was doing to him. His mind flashing back to her dance, the way her body moved. His eyes glanced down to her perfect pouty lips. The desire to throw her onto the bed right there was almost unbearable.

"Logan?" Max whispered again waiting for an answer.