Disclaimer: I don't think I own it…. Yep, I was right. Ah well, watcha
gonna do?
A/N: I'm Baaaack!!!! This story was written using the name that Jo got to choose for getting pretty damn close to guessing my actual age, and also including a few names that Elinor gave me. Hehehe Elinor I told ya I'd write it!
"So I'm all like 'If you're mean to me, my dad will get angry' and he's all like 'I'm not scared of him' and I'm all like…"
Max sighed. //God this kid is annoying//. She mentally rolled her eyes and looked over to where Logan was standing. //Good thing I can multi task. Logan looks yummy. Bad Max!//
Max grinned to herself as she thought of how much Logan owed her for going to this posh party with him. //Not to mention having to put up with this kid!//.
She was engaged in a very one-sided conversation with Elinor King, the daughter of the richest man in Seattle, Bob King. Logan had told her to distract the female guests while he did some recon work with the men. //I'd probably get more out of them.// She thought, grinning to herself. //But hey, I'll let Logan stroke his male ego a bit, God knows he needs it.//
Logan had also told Max to be on the lookout for an informant of his who was also at the party. He had had trouble contacting him, and thought that Tym might have some interesting information for him regarding Bob King. So Max had been given a description (Sketchy at best), and was looking out for him while pretending to listen to Elinor.
//He is THE only person that I would even consider going through this for.// She thought, sighing. //Now, how to tell him that…//
Logan glanced over to where Max was standing. //God she looks good tonight.// He thought smiling.
Suddenly, he was snapped back into the conversation by Gerry Crooks. Gerry was a distinguished man in his early 50's who Logan knew from his business dealings.
"Logan." He asked quietly. "Who is that business partner of yours?" He asked, gesturing gently towards Max.
Logan tried to hide his grin. "That's Max."
Gerry nodded. "She looks stunning."
Logan paused, trying to discern the man's motives. Gerry had always struck him as a nice guy. A little quiet. Perhaps, but definitely not a cradle snatcher. Gerry chuckled at Logan's Pause.
"Don't stress son. I have a niece a little younger than her. I was just going to ask where you bought that dress. Elinor's ball is coming up soon, and I intend to buy her dress for her."
Logan gave a small sigh of relief, putting his feelings of jealousy away for another time. He told Gerry where Max had bought her dress, and quickly made his way over to her.
TBC… I know it's short, but I'm just setting the scene…
A/N: I'm Baaaack!!!! This story was written using the name that Jo got to choose for getting pretty damn close to guessing my actual age, and also including a few names that Elinor gave me. Hehehe Elinor I told ya I'd write it!
"So I'm all like 'If you're mean to me, my dad will get angry' and he's all like 'I'm not scared of him' and I'm all like…"
Max sighed. //God this kid is annoying//. She mentally rolled her eyes and looked over to where Logan was standing. //Good thing I can multi task. Logan looks yummy. Bad Max!//
Max grinned to herself as she thought of how much Logan owed her for going to this posh party with him. //Not to mention having to put up with this kid!//.
She was engaged in a very one-sided conversation with Elinor King, the daughter of the richest man in Seattle, Bob King. Logan had told her to distract the female guests while he did some recon work with the men. //I'd probably get more out of them.// She thought, grinning to herself. //But hey, I'll let Logan stroke his male ego a bit, God knows he needs it.//
Logan had also told Max to be on the lookout for an informant of his who was also at the party. He had had trouble contacting him, and thought that Tym might have some interesting information for him regarding Bob King. So Max had been given a description (Sketchy at best), and was looking out for him while pretending to listen to Elinor.
//He is THE only person that I would even consider going through this for.// She thought, sighing. //Now, how to tell him that…//
Logan glanced over to where Max was standing. //God she looks good tonight.// He thought smiling.
Suddenly, he was snapped back into the conversation by Gerry Crooks. Gerry was a distinguished man in his early 50's who Logan knew from his business dealings.
"Logan." He asked quietly. "Who is that business partner of yours?" He asked, gesturing gently towards Max.
Logan tried to hide his grin. "That's Max."
Gerry nodded. "She looks stunning."
Logan paused, trying to discern the man's motives. Gerry had always struck him as a nice guy. A little quiet. Perhaps, but definitely not a cradle snatcher. Gerry chuckled at Logan's Pause.
"Don't stress son. I have a niece a little younger than her. I was just going to ask where you bought that dress. Elinor's ball is coming up soon, and I intend to buy her dress for her."
Logan gave a small sigh of relief, putting his feelings of jealousy away for another time. He told Gerry where Max had bought her dress, and quickly made his way over to her.
TBC… I know it's short, but I'm just setting the scene…
