Not Quite Shining Armor

She climbed out of the limo, her dignity still mostly intact. “Gee, thanks. I appreciate that.” Her hand reached into her purse and drew out a slip of paper and a pen. Quickly, she jotted a number down on it, which she tossed into the car. “Honestly though, if something happens and you need my help, don’t hesitate to call.”

"I really doubt I'll need it, but thanks." Max said with a shrug. "Maybe if you get cleaned up and take care of yourself, I'll give you a call soon. Take it easy, Ronnie." With that, he shut the door and the limo drove off, leaving Ronnie on the corner.

Max rolled his eyes again. "That's what security's for." he said dismissively, before leaning towards the front seat. "Grant, pull over here." The limo pulled over to the curb, and the chauffeur got out and opened Veronika's door. "Good luck with your paranoia, Ronnie." Max said, his eyes glancing down to her chest again. "You should probably find a doctor to help you out. If I hear about any axe-crazy murderers, I'll be sure to let you know."

Max rolled his eyes, sighing. He usually didn't have to get rid of a girl before he had sex with her, so this was proving a bit difficult. "Look, if you'd prefer I could just drop you off right on the corner here." he said. "It's really none of your business who I talk to, and frankly, you seem a bit paranoid."

"Hm? Who? I have no idea what you're talking about." Max said, scooting a bit away from Veronika in the backseat. "What's your address so we can drop you off?"

"Hm? Who? I have no idea what you're talking about." Max said, scooting a bit away from Veronika in the backseat. "What's your address so we can drop you off?"

"Amazing now that I'm looking at you, gorgeous." Max smirked, blatantly staring at the woman's chest. "I don't think we've met, but we should definitely get to know each other."

I’d love to. Depending, of course, on what your definition of a good time is.

Well, that's up to you, gorgeous. Any ideas?

Max stared blankly at her for a moment before that smirk returned to his face. "Ouch. Alright, my turn. You seem like the independent working type to me. I'm assuming something to do with some kind of business. Real important position that leaves you little time to do what you want and doesn't exactly make you feel pretty. That's why you're out at a bar all dolled up, to feel pretty." he said. "You want someone like me to pay attention to you. You want to really cut loose and be the woman you long to be, but can't. Don't worry, I'll let you cut loose, beautiful." He took a triumphant sip of his drink before leaning forward and mimicking her chin-on-hand pose.

Max remembered the conversation he had with that grey stranger earlier. He definitely appreciated the warning. Hesitantly, he pulled away. "Look, maybe this would just be better off if I just dropped you off at your place, hm?" he asked, nudging her off of his lap and scrunching his nose a bit.

Max cocked an eyebrow, now actually looking her in the eye for more than a glance, and actually paying full attention to her. "That so?" he asked, his perpetual smirk fading only slightly. "And why's that? You don't look too hard to handle, and I guarantee that given the chance, I could give you the time of your life." Leaning back, he took a sip of his drink as if he had made the greatest point ever to be made.

You certainly know how to charm a girl, love.

Only the prettiest ones. So, how's it going, beautiful? Why don't we relax, have a good time?