Thanks so much to all of you who have reviewed, and a very special thanks to Quarkz and Bookangel for volunteering their services. Oh, and, babee munky, there will absolutely be no wheelchair for Logan, as I don't plan on injuring him or killing him like I have before. Well, enjoy Csora's contribution to the UST.
Chapter Four
By the time that Max stepped out the bathroom, Logan was attired in his tuxedo and sitting casually on the edge of the bed, hands resting lightly on his spread knees.
Max met Logan's questioning look, as he took in the dress. While the material clung to every curve of her body, it was still shapeless. But that was because she wanted to have a little fun with Logan. "What," Max asked innocently, "do I have a hair out of place."
Logan was stunned at the transformation. Max had somehow tamed her curls enough to coax them into a French twist, and the jewelry was enough to make even old lady Roth envious. But the dress, while it definitely accentuated her wonderful body was not exactly what he had in mind. "I thought you said I would be drooling."
"Well I need a little help with the zippers," Max replied mischievously.
"Zippers," Logan practically squeaked from his position on the edge of the bed.
Max nodded, "Plus I've never really been to one of these soirées, so I don't how to do the neckline. I thought I should trust your judgment."
"Umm, neckline?"
"I thought you were a journalist, capable of producing more than one word answers." This is great, I haven't even gotten started. "So," Max continued as she reached under the hem of her dress to find a hidden zipper, "I'm thinking the slit should go to mid-thigh." When Logan didn't respond, Max decided to push a little harder, "Oh, so you think it should be farther up?"
"No," Logan exclaimed suddenly.
"Okay," Max chuckled softly, "mid-thigh it is." Pulling on a zipper, Max revealed a long expanse of well-toned leg, and then tossed the extra material onto the bed beside of Logan. "Now for the neckline," Max said, trying to find the zipper in the back of the dress. Normally she would have done the neckline before she put the dress on, but she knew it would be more fun this way. Csora's breakaway dress now had more than one function. Aside from being the multipurpose 'little black dress,' it was also going to drive Logan Cale crazy. "I'm afraid I need your help with the neckline, Logan."
Logan knew that Max had said his name, but for the life of him he couldn't quite figure out why. So while he stayed planted on the edge of the bed, Max took the opportunity to move so that when his brain finally returned his eyes were focused on a well-toned butt belonging to Max Guevara.
"A little help please," Max said, turning her head slightly to look down at him. "You need to find the second zipper from the top." Turning her head so that she was facing the mirror, she grinned mischievously. The second zipper from the top would make the neckline follow the valley of her breasts; usually she would have chosen the first zipper for a simple, small v-line that would have barely skimmed the top of her breasts.
Spurred into action, Logan stood up, brushing the length of Max's body with his own. Fumbling, it took him three tries to find the right zipper. As he turned Max's body towards him, he refused to meet her eyes for fear of losing what little self-control he had left, so he focused his attention on the task at hand. "All done," he said softly, finally looking up at her, holding the extra fabric in his hand. "What kind of dress is this," he asked trailing a finger along the neckline.
Max leaned in closer, her lips a fraction of an inch away from his and whispered, "I told you, it was designed to make you drool over me."
Logan was too stunned to say anything, but now doing something was not totally out of the question. He started to lower his head slightly to close the distance between their mouths, when he saw Max's smirk and quickly took a step back. "I'm not drooling."
"Of course not, you're just looking at me like I'm an all-day sucker you just can't wait to lick." Max couldn't help but grin as she walked out of the room, leaving Logan speechless, staring at the ceiling and trying to get his raging hormones under control. Tonight was going to be so much fun.