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4. Playing with Playboys

The Apartment
Thursday night
(2007) Max is 22, Liz is 21

You should ask Max for his VIP-card.

That's what Maria had told her. As if it would be the easiest thing in the world. As if it would just be a matter of walking up to Max and politely ask him if she could borrow his VIP-card. Sometimes she wondered what Maria was on.

No way was she asking Max for his card. She knew exactly what would happen if she did. He would cross-examine her until he knew exactly what she needed it for and when he would find out that she needed it to get close and personal to Brad Young he wasn't going to let her borrow the card anyway.

Because what Maria never really got was that there was something about Max and whatever boy Liz was interested in. Just the mention of the male sex had Max turn into this impossible overprotective character, even worse than her brother.

No. No way was she asking Max for his card.

But that didn't mean she wouldn't get the card. Because Elizabeth Parker had a plan. Yes, siree.

And the plan had seemed flawless until she found herself standing over the sleeping body of Max Evans. Her eyes slowly traveled over the well-defined muscles of his naked back, down the tanned arm that was hanging over the edge of the couch. Her breath hitched as her eyes fell on his large hands and memories of what those hands were capable of entered her mind.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes fell on his face, on how his head was half-way over the edge of the couch, his mouth slightly opened and the unstoppable thought that he was even sexy when asleep crept into her mind.

Frustrated with herself, she angrily shook her head and started to look around for Max's discarded jeans. They were thrown over the TV-table and she quietly made her way over, carefully picking them up. Quickly glancing over at Max to check his level of consciousness, she started going through his pockets in the search of his wallet. It was not really tricky to find.

With a smile of triumph she pulled it out and began to go through it in search of the card. Her smile grew as she fished out the desired card and was just about to put the wallet back into the pocket when fingers grabbed around her underarm.

She jumped in fright and snapped her head towards Max to find him completely awake and staring at her.

"Max," she breathed, moving the hand that was still holding the card behind her back, discreetly pushing the card into her back pocket.

"What are you doing, Liz?" Max asked calmly, the huskiness of sleep making his voice sound dangerously intimate. There was darkness in his eyes that made a shiver run through her.

"I...uhm..." she desperately licked her lips, being thrown off by being in such close proximity to him. His fingers around her skin were burning. "I saw a...cockroach."

Max arched an eyebrow. "You saw a cockroach?"

Liz nodded slowly. "Uh-huh. And it ran into your clothes."

The corner of Max's mouth twitched with amusement. "Aaand...?"

"I wanted to get it out, so you wouldn't get an unpleasant surprise in the morning."

Max looked at her intently, making her feel like she wanted to fidget. She took a deep breath and straightened her back. Max was not going to get the truth out of her by just staring at her. Just because he was more or less naked under that blanket and was no more than three inches away from her, didn't mean that she wouldn't be able to use her normal tactics to get out of this.