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Max walked into Logan's apartment, but there was no one around. She was about to turn around and leave when she noticed a trail of rose petals leading through the hall. Curious, she crept along side the path, and followed it to the end. Upon looking up, she found herself in a bedroom, with the king sized bed turned down, ready for someone to sleep in it. She looked cautiously around the room, but saw no one. Suddenly aware of movement behind her, she turned around to see him standing in front of her with a rose in his hand. He lightly traced down her cheek with the rose bud and stopped just under her chin. He then pulled slightly on the rose, causing Max to raise her head. He slowly lowered his head so that his lips brushed against her own. At the slight feel of contact, Max felt a shiver rush through her body. She could feel his lips curve into a smile. He then moved his lips to her ear, and whispered into it. "Trust me." He pulled his head away so that once again, he could look deep into her eyes. Without breaking the staring contest, he put the rose on a table by the door. He then put his hands lightly on her hips and began to push her backwards toward the bed. The back of Max's knees hit the edge of the bed, causing her to fall. As she was falling, she grabbed his shirt with both of her hands. He landed on top of her, and the full body contact made goosebumps appear on her arms. They moved together as one, farther onto the bed. Finally, he broke the unbreakable gaze between them, closed his eyes, and leaned into give her a kiss. While their lips were together, he moved one of his hands, and put it under her shirt, reached up and felt her...

Max sat up quicker than she ever had in bed. Her forehead was drenched in sweat. Oh my god. That was intense. Why did I dream that? It felt so real. In an unconscious reaction, Max put her one hand on her lips, and closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of Logan's on hers. Shake it off girl. Your relationship with him isn't like that. Wait, what time is it? Max frantically got up from her bed to look for her watch. Calm down. Just calm down. It wasn't real, so just push it aside. Max then looked down at her arm. There it is, I'm already wearing it. Ok, just calm down, get changed, and go to work. Max jumped into the bathroom for a quick shower, got out, got changed, grabbed her gift for Logan, with the note, and carefully put it in her backpack. She grabbed her bike and rushed out the door. You can deal with your dream tonight when you go and give your gift to Logan. Until then, you have to focus on work.

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Max was surprised to find that even though she had overslept, she still had managed to be one of the first ones to arrive at Jam Pony. That was good for her, because it gave her the chance to calm herself down a bit more. She parked her bike near the front of the building, and walked over to her locker. She opened it, and put her backpack down in front of her. She bent over to pull Logan's present out of her bag, when somebody grabbed her ass. She immediately straightened up and wheeled around. She grabbed the guy's coat with her left hand and slammed him into the wall of lockers with her right arm pressed firmly against his neck. "Do you have a death wish? Because it certainly seems like it!" Max bore holes into the guy's head with her piercing stare.

The guy put his hands up in the air slightly. "I'm sorry, but you just raise certain parts of my character." At this he darted a look down at his package.

Max smiled and looked at it to. She loosened her lock on the guy's neck, and when she felt him relax, she slammed him against the lockers again. This time with more force.

"Hey! What did I say about rough housing?" Normal looked over towards the scuffle. Max shot him a dirty look, and sensing that she was not exactly in the mood to hear any orders today, Normal decided to just ignore what was going on, and went back to sorting the packages.

"Look, I'm going to take it easy on you this time because you're new, but if you EVER touch me again, certain 'parts' of your 'character' WON'T be able to rise any more. Got it?" The guy, with fear in his eyes, slowly nodded his head. "Good. Now why don't you walk over to Normal over there, and get a package to deliver." Max released the guy and kept her eyes closely focused on his as he passed her and walked over to Normal.

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Normal looked up as the guy came over to the desk. His eyes were still locked on Max as she once again bent over to take a package out of her backpack and put in her locker. "I know she looks good, but I would take your advice if I were you."

"What do you mean?" Normal's voice had distracted the guy from watching Max rifle through her stuff.

"I know you're new around here, and I don't expect you to know everything that goes on around here, but nobody touches her. She's one tough chick, and doesn't take anything from anybody."

The guy looked over at Max again. "I don't know. I think I could get her to come to my place." His face erupted in a cocky grin.

"It's your life." Normal shoved a package at the guy. "If you know what's good for you, you should leave before she sees you again."

The guy looked back at Normal, and then headed out the door to make his delivery.

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