Angel didn't have students come to his house often anymore, preferring to separate his work and home now that he had space at the academy, but Bella was special and there was also some emergency weekend repairs making it impossible to conduct a proper session. After showering he donned more casual clothes than the suit from yesterday, opting for grey slacks and a pale blue button up. No tie. His hair was damp as well and still was not tied back.<br/><br/>Just a little while after sending Ein off to check the grounds, the driveway alarm chimed again. Max had a way of filling any room with his presence.  The man was tall, very built, with short sandy hair that always seemed to fall perfectly on his head. Every thing about him was perfect and he was indeed pleasant to look at, but Angel knew him well. The list of his conquests and sex friends was a mile long and none seemed to mind that they weren't the only object of his affections.  Angel remained his friend despite this, enjoying his company and the color he brought to his life all while firmly avoiding becoming one of the many on that list, not for lack of Max trying... constantly.<br/><br/>"Angel Face. Looking glorious as ever."   Max swept into the room, young Bella trailing behind and managed to have Angel in a more than friendly embrace before he could even respond. An arm remained firmly around his waist as he  kissed the back of Angel's hand and then toyed with a lock of his hair as he spoke, feigning jealousy and neglect. "You didn't call me this week.  I was worried. You suddenly cancel yesterdays class with Bella and I hear nothing of this emergency. Is Manny well?  Where's that sweet child?"<br/><br/>Angel wormed out of  Max's arms with a nudge to the man's ribs. "He's at practice. There's a big game to wrap up the season in a few days." Ignoring Max his eyes shifted to a giggling Bella. "Please make yourself at home and warm up. I'll be there shortly." With Bella warming up on scales he explained Ein and the situation so far, to Max.<br/><br/>After listening intently, Max smiled deviously at Angel then leaned close and smoothly cooed in his ear a little too close for comfort. "I have a hard time imagining you with a sex slave."  Max's deep voice in his ear sent pleasant little chills down his spine.<br/><br/>"He is not a ... slave." Angel put a little space between them.<br/><br/>"Say what you will but it will be hard to ween him out of that... lifestyle, if you will, whether he was willing or not. I bet he's got amazing skills."<br/><br/>"Max!"<br/><br/>"Babe, it's been a long time for you. Maybe a-"<br/><br/>"Assistant. He is my assistant. Please don't repeat that again."<br/><br/>"....right. I bet he's got a nice ass. Or for you, I bet you're more interested in his package. Have you checked it out yet?  Julian used to tell me all the time how him and Celia had you-"<br/><br/>"Honestly, Max." He looked nervously at the back door and towards the music room afraid Bella or Ein would hear. Angel, already exasperated at Max's obnoxious behavior sat down at the kitchen table.  Max followed and pulled up a chair to sit directly in front of him.<br/><br/>"Come on, Angel Face. Loosen up, it's been three years. You are so uptight because you need a little something to shake up the monotony. How is he with Manny?"<br/><br/>"They seem to get along fine already.  You know Manny. Everyone is his friend."<br/><br/>"Good. Now let's not waste Bella's time.  You go take care of her and I'll wait here."<br/><br/>"If Ein comes in please be careful with him.  He's had a hard time."<br/><br/>"I promise I'll be a good boy."  The dazzling yet sinful grin he gave Angel was not nearly convincing, but he knew Max respected him enough to behave... mostly.