Disclaimer: Still don't own.

Also, this is a pretty short one-shot, but I will be updating quicker.

Maxoline: And the Maid-ship

Max adjusted her uniform as she awaited the moment when Caroline Channing walked through the door. The Caroline Channing was about to walk into the room and she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. It wasn't her first time there either. She catered the event about a million times. This time, though, her job was to greet the guests. When she found out she would be face-to-face with billionaire royalty, she suddenly started to sweat and gulped down hard.

Caroline adjusted her gown as she checked the time. She always made sure she was fashionably late. The gala was the perfect opportunity to make new business connections and like her father always said, "it's never a bad time for self-endorsement." No doubt there would be interactions with the help and Caroline was perfectly fine with playing nice.

"Are you ready, Ms. Channing?" the door man asked upon seeing her arrive. She nodded and walked in. As the room fell silent, everyone turned to Caroline. All eyes were on her while her eyes were on a certain brunette firecracker in a white tie. The woman went up to her.

"Uh, hi," Max awkwardly greeted suddenly forgetting all of her training. "I'm-

"You must be the waiter. I am starved. Fetch me something from the kitchen. Anything nonfat would be great."

Max looked stunned for a moment having actually thought she would be different than all the rich bitch stereotypes. Looks like the tabloids and gossip magazines were right this time.

"Actually, I'm just greeting this evening. If you take a seat, a waiter will be over as soon as possible."

"What if I want you to serve me?"

"I would need to be paid more," she replies swiftly.

"What a shame," Caroline heavily sighs. "I'd hate for you to get fired. If you don't want to wait on me, I guess you'll be out of a paycheck."

Max fights hard not to insult the blonde.

"Why me?"

Caroline shrugs and begins to walk away.

"Wait!"

Caroline turns back around. "Yes?" she grins.

"I can't afford to lose this job."

"Guess you better get waiting."

Jason took over greeting for Max while Max had her hands busy serving food to Caroline all night. She grew tired of having her boney fingers snapped in front of her face repeatedly, but she didn't have a choice. She needed that bitch's money or she couldn't make rent.

"Max, where is my Dom Perignon?"

Max sighs, walks up to her and shoves the glass in her face.

"You know the drill."

Max rolls her eyes while taking a sip before giving it back to her. Caroline holds it dainty as she stares at Max for a moment.

"What? You don't trust me?"

"Honey, I'm a billionaire heiress. I don't trust anybody."

"Fair enough," Max nods. "Just don't call me honey."

"What are you going to do about it?"

It wasn't Caroline's goal to get Max mad…or fired. She didn't know why, but she found herself very sexually attracted to this woman. If her father found out she had a crush on a waitress, she wasn't sure if he would laugh in her face or disown her. Never before had she ever chose between money and love.

Caroline didn't hear what she said next because her eyes trailed down to Max's chest. There was no denying that she had great boobs. They were peeking out slightly due to the top button being undone. If it wasn't for the tie, Caroline's eyes would be fully undressing her.

"Are you checking me out?

"I have an idea," she says, blowing Max off. "You could come work for me."

To that she scoffs.

"A position just opened up because we had to fire a maid. You would be paid two hundred."

"A week?"

"A day. Think about it."

"Yeah right. Like I would work for you."

Suddenly, a tall man pushes past Max and pulls Caroline into a kiss. Max's eyes go wide as the two start to make out. She clears her throat. The guy breaks the kiss and looks up at her. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm William. Why don't you walk your fine ass over to the bar and grab me and my girl here some drinks? I'll give you a big tip."

"Enjoy each other," Max leers for a second before turning to the bar.

"Was that necessary?" Caroline groans.

"What? She was hot."

In a sharp motion, Caroline kicks him in the knee.

"Not as hot as you, of course."

"Yeah, nice save asshole."

Caroline gets up and stalks to the bar as fast as her five inch heels will allow her. She makes way to Max before latching onto her arm and pulling her to the bathroom causing her to spill margaritas over half the guests. Once in the bathroom, Caroline locks the door. "What the hell, Channing?" Caroline attacks Max's lips without giving it another thought. It heats up as the blonde's hands travel down her body. Her fingers unbutton Max's shirt and begin to reach back to unhook her bra. Max's hands go up to stop her, but Caroline smacks them away and unhooks it. Max gasps as her boobs are exposed. Caroline starts ti play with them gently as Max throws her head back in pleasure.

After what felt like an hour the two part lips. "What the hell was that?" Max demands. She grabs her bra, puts it back on, and then starts to button her shirt back up.

Caroline simply shrugs, still grinning.

"What are you doing kissing me when you have a boyfriend?"

"He's not really my boyfriend."

"What? You're being forced to date him?"

"Uh, yeah," she whispers. Max rolls her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry for being a jerk to you earlier. I'm just stressed out right now."

"Oh, am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" Max scoffs. "Let me paint you a picture. Imagine your dad leaving you with an alcoholic mother to basically raise yourself. She kicks you out before you're eighteen and you have to figure everything out by yourself. You get up at six in the morning to babysit a rich bitch's two twins running on four hours of sleep before you have to work in a dead-end diner where you serve gross hipsters and dirty old dudes who stare at your ass all night and comment on it barely making rent." Max pauses for effect. "You have no idea what stressed is."

"That's why you should come work for me."

"Let me think about that. No."

Caroline sees her hand reach for the doorknob. She smacks it away causing Max to yelp. "Hey!"

Caroline puts her hands on Max's arms. "Look, you coming to work for me would solve both our problems. You would be able to make rent and I would be able to get off."

"Dude, I'm not a prostitute," she scoffs. "There are tons of other caterers here. So why me? There isn't anything special about me."

"Oh, really?" Caroline crosses her arms. "You're hard working."

"So is everyone else in New York."

"You're great with kids."

"A lot of people are."

"You have a high tolerance of annoying people," Caroline jokes. She playfully hits Max. She chuckles a little.

"Not that high. I've been wanting to strangle you this entire time."

Caroline pushes her up against the door again. She didn't know what it was about Max that awoke this animal attraction. Max gulps, starting to feel hot.

"You also have an amazing rack."

"Ugh, fine. I'll come work for you under one condition."

"Anything."

"No maid outfit."