Change of plan

"Missed me already?", Simmons greeted her with the usual sarcasm, "come in."

Max stepped in, too confused to pay attention to his mockery. She was wondering why the hell he called her back to his loft after she left only three hours ago, at midnight.

"Change of plan" he started, noticing her expression "couldn't talk about this on the phone."

Max could feel her anger build once again, this man's demands seemed to have no end and she knew she had little choice about it.

"What's up, now? Finally tired of using me like your personal fucktoy?"

Simmons burst out laughing, then resumed his usual grinning "Oh no no no, I'd never get tired of that..it turned out to be so profitable, in so many ways."

"Fuck you"

"Fuck me? Oh, not now.." Simmons slowly walked behind Max while talking, then embraced her tightly by wrapping his left harm across her abdomen "..you'll have to wait for that.."

Max was so tired of the same situation repeating again, that didn't even try to fight him off.

He then started to whisper in her right ear "..as I've said there's a change of plan, and something really important you have to do for me."

"You mean.."

He didn't let her finish the sentence "Yes, I mean forget all that shit about Eyes Only, for now...I've been strongly advised not to interfere too much with them, as it would mean more harm than good for now"

She closed her eyes, hiding a sight of relief.

Simmons started slowly pulling down the zipper of her leather jacket
"In the meantime, one of my informants discovered something interesting...I'm talking about..."