Max goes up with him.

Max tentatively followed Gibbons up to his room. By the time she was inside his large suite she was already second guessing her decision. She was tired, and just wanted to be done with all of this.

"This is better," Gibbons muttered walking past her. He motioned her to one of the chairs that surrounded a small table. Max glanced back, watching him head towards the small mini bar before checking the exits. The front door was behind her, another to her right, probably leading to the bedroom.

The suite was large, most likely one of the nicer ones in the hotel. Max told herself there was little to be alarmed about. Gibbons was the chief of police after all, it was more than natural that the hotel would offer him their best. But still she couldn't shake the feeling something was off.

Max sat and waited for him to sit across from her. Gibbons slid a drink across the table to her, which Max quickly downed hoping it would take the edge off.

"I know this must be hard, but you said something about being ****?" Gibbons asked. "Do you know what it was? What kind of effect it had on you?"

Max closed her eyes, her skin flushing red with embarrassment. What was she supposed to say? That it made her horny as hell. God, why was she suddenly so nervous, just tell him whatever he needs to know and get the hell out of here. Taking a deep breathe Max spoke. "It's hard to explain. It was confusing at the time."

"Oh," Gibbons mummered. "and how many times did he... take advantage of you."

How many times. How many times had he fucked her. Max's mind reeled her thighs squeezing together. She felt almost light headed as she remembered the first night. Tied down to that bed as the two men drove into her over and over. How Frank had kept showing up in her life. How little of a fight she had put up against him, how easily he had been able to slip into her bed. How good he had felt inside her.

"Was it that good?"

"What?" Max snapped back to reality and glared at Gibbons. What had he just said.

"When he fucked you. You enjoyed it" Gibbons chuckled to himself and stood.

What the fuck was going on, Max looked up at shock. How could she have been so wrong about Gibbons.

Max stood, or at least tried to, barely making it a half foot off the seat before falling back down. "What the,"Max cried out it, it was like someone had pulled her legs out from under her.

"You **** me?" Max muttered in disbelief.

"I've been spiking your drink since you first ran into me at the bar" Gibbons laughed. "I must say you've drank enough sedative to down a horse."

"God damn cops." Max groaned not believing her luck.

Gibbons sat beside her and pulled a small vile of clear liquid from his pocket. Max flinched and pulled away as he brought it to her lips spilling the metallic tasting liquid onto her lips.

"Shhh," he hushed, "Time to go to sleep."