Max

-co-written with sammycolt-

Max thought for a second. She was late for work anyway. Five more minutes wouldn’t matter. Finally her curiosity got the better of her. “Fine!”

She dismounted her bike and used a chain joint to lock it to the pole of a broken street light, then she climbed into the limousine with Jonas following suit, his eyes glued to her ass.

The car’s interior was bigger than she had expected from outside. A darkened window divided the driver from the passenger cabin. Two soft, beige leather bench seats were positioned in the front and back, facing each other. Between them was a carpeted space, big enough for a grown man to lie down. Soft jazz music rang through the cabin and Max found a tablet with an open bottle of expensive scotch and two glasses sitting on a small table beside the back bench.

“Have a seat,” Jonas offered and Max sat down, Jonas sitting down beside her, grabbing one of the glasses and pouring himself a scotch, “Want some?”

Max shook her head. The stuff was obviously expensive but after last night she didn’t feel like drinking and she sure as hell wouldn’t take anything Jonas offered her. “What do you want?”

Jonas sighed and leaned back. Taking a sip he chose his words. “There are no Guevara’s in Greddage…”

“So you came here to tell me that I am not a member of some rich and powerful family?” Max scoffed, remembering the lie Logan had told Jonas about her heritage on the wedding.

“I’m saying, if you’re not who you pretended to be, it leaves the question of who you are,” Jonas said slowly, carefully watching her reaction.

“I’ve just always been a fan and wanted to meet the big Jonas Cale…” she quipped.

Jonas chuckled lightly. “Always a cocky remark… You have quite a remarkable mouth on you, young lady…”

Max brow furrowed as she picked up a slight innuendo.

“… makes me wonder how much my nephew paid for that remarkable mouth…”

Max bit back a gasp at his comment. “What the fuck are you saying?” she spat, knowing fully well what he meant.

“Well, Max, you see, I’m a businessman,” Jonas started again, “It was pretty surprising when my no-good-nephew showed up to my no-good-son’s wedding with such a stunning beauty as yourself and then made up a bullshit backstory. I mean, I can’t sleep since the wedding; I always have to think about you. Let’s face it, there is no way the two of you are a couple! So I did a little research, pulled some strings and here I am…”

“Well, congratulations… Get to the point; I need to be at my job before lunch break!”

Jonas gave her a smug smile, radiating self-assured arrogance. “I am a businessman. So my question is: How much will I have to pay to get to see how that mouth serves its true purpose…” He grinned, reaching down to unzip his fly.