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#17: Thrill of being an Agent-Max Hare

Once you'd put them on, you found that you could keep your balance pretty well. Looking into the mirror, you sighed. "Ugh, I look awful." Even though you had put on make-up to prepare for the party, it had smudged a little through the mask you'd worn and the run you'd been on it made you look like you'd dipped your head in a bucket of water. Licking your finger and rubbing at places to clean it up, you frowned in annoyance. You took the hairband out of your hair and ran your finger through it, shaking up the hair so that it framed your face right. You fanned your face a little more to get rid of the sweat before giving up with a defeated shrug. "Right." You muttered,"Time to party." 

Before you left, you made sure to hide your field-work clothes in a vent above one of the toilet cubicles, then slung the bag over your shoulder. Hopefully it wouldn't look too strange with your attire. 

You entered the room with the polite and welcoming smile of a waiter. "Champagne, ma'dam?" Returning his smile, you took a flute of alcohol off the tray. Woah, 'ma'dam', I'm liking this place already, you thought while plastering on a neutral expression to not give away anything. The whole room smelt like wine and mixed smoke, but sweet in a way. The place was like a luxury lounge, chandeliers hung like intricately patterned crystal balls and people were either sat at the bar smoking, in groups off the side with flutes of champagne or on the dance floor. Like you, they were dressed in formal and lavish clothing; most of the ladies had veiled pieces over their faces or hats that you thought were too much, while the men were dressed in smart tuxedos. 

You wondered briefly if Max would be in one. Being reminded of him, your eyes scanned the area before you found him. It didn't take long. He was off the side of the dance floor talking to a group of guys. He was wearing a waistcoat that had been unbuttoned with his blazer hanging on a chair beside him and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Max had loosened his tie so it hung from his neck as he laughed and chattered to the men with a cigarette in his hand. 

Catching sight of your appearance in the bar's mirrored cabinet area that held the alcohol, you were slightly reassured. You straightened, pushed up your chin slightly and walked up to him. He didn't notice you until you spoke,"I didn't know you smoked." You tilted you head, your lips twitching as he accidentally inhaled too much. He spluttered and quickly put out the cigarette on an ash tray that was placed on a table beside you. 

Max turned to you with a smile,"I don't." His eyes widened slightly when he finally noticed your attire. You turned your head to hide your red cheeks. Max smirked,"You look nice. You never told me you looked good in a dress." 

"You think so? Well, I've never had to wear one before." You scrunched up your nose. 

He looked you up and down in a way that made you blush,"Yes. Quite the sight." You seemed momentarily fixated on the way his curly hair hung over his eyes before you shook you head and laughed to shake off the warmth that pooled inside your stomach,"I'm glad you think so." 

Max smiled running a hand through his hair before excusing himself from the group of men. He took your hand and took you to the corner of the room. "So, are they safe?" You glanced around you before discreetly opening the bag to give him a look. "The Queen will thank us for the retrieval of her jewels." 

"Excellent." He grinned,"C'mon. I want a dance." Tom glanced over to the dance floor. It was like a chessboard, all black and white but people danced in pairs on it. They spun together in time with the music, twirling around the floor as the music flowed. 

"What about the bag?"

"Put it underneath the table here, I've organised one of our men to pick it up for us." You did as he said, making sure that it was hidden underneath the table cloth. You swore the material was immaculate it could've been the same material used for your dress. When you stood to face him, you took one look at the dance floor and panicked. You hadn't really danced before, what if you stood on his foot. What if you accidentally pushed someone over? "Uh, you know what, I don't think-" 

Max simply laughed,"C'mon, Y/N." 

"But-" Before you knew it he had dragged you over to the centre of the dance floor. He placed his hand on the small of your back while clasping your hand in his other and bringing it to his lips. You put your free hand on his shoulder trying to push down the fluster you got when you felt his lips curve against your knuckles. "You said my name." You tilted your head,"You never do that." 

Max shrugged,"This is an unprofessional environment and we're having some fun. Besides its a very lovely name." He didn't say anymore before he twirled you around on the floor making you giggle shyly. Despite how bad you thought you were at dancing, the night went well. You both laughed, spinning together on the dance floor and every time he held your eyes you couldn't help but blush. Eventually, you both had to leave to avoid being discovered by the security guards. 

"I really thought you looked beautiful tonight." You were both walking to Max's car outside the mansion, his blazer over your shoulders. You stopped, glad nobody was about, and smiled up to him. "Thank you." Max furrowed his brows frowning down to the ground as he ran his hand through his curly, brown hair. "No, its not just that. When I saw you stood there, I realized something." He turned to look at you with a determined look on his face. 

You frowned,"What? What did you realize?" 

It looked like he was taking a moment to steel himself before he looked you square in the eyes and said,"I like you, Y/N." You loved it when he said your name. "I mean- I mean that I have feelings for you and I want to explore whats between us. Y/N..." 

You had been too distracted with what he'd just said, so you gazed up to him and swallowed,"What?" 

"I really want to kiss you." He was starting to lean close, his hands skimming the skin on your arms underneath his blazer. Max pulled you close eliciting a gasp from you. "Can...I kiss you?" 

A small nod from you was all he needed. Max crushed his lips to you. It was soft at the same time and you couldn't get enough of it. His hands grasped at the dress on you back to bring you even more closer. His lips on yours were hot, wet and soft all at the same time. You hummed contently into the kiss, tangling your fingers into his curly hair. You could feel his fingertips dig slightly into your skin and his hot pants on your neck once you'd broken apart. 

He looked up to you with a lazy smile and you laughed breathlessly,"Wow." 

Max's lips twitched into a smirk."You're welcome." 

"Hey, Max?" You asked shyly. 

"Yeah?"

"I really like you too."