Max war's with wanting to protect her and wanting to...well you'll see... (don't kill me a bit over)
The bell chimed in the elevator for his flat; he pulled her out of the elevator with his lips stretched flat across his face. There hadn’t been anyone else in the elevator, but her tone was not one he liked.
“Sir,” she repeated herself curtly. “Why didn’t you answer me at all?” She spun around to him, which tore his grasp from her arm.
“Serena DiGiacoma, I swear,” he crossed his arms and shook his head. His lips curled under and pressed together.
“What?” She was egging him on now as she lifted her chin to him with her hands on her hips.
Her growled, “kitchen counter now.”