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After we finish eating, he drives me home. When I step out, I hesitate. “Thanks. For dinner. And for not actually kidnapping me,” I say. Then I quickly close the door behind me, and head inside to avoid making the moment any more awkward than it already is.
Ben watches me from the driver’s seat as I enter the building. Once I'm inside my apartment, I peek through the bathroom curtain, just enough to see the parking lot out front. He is still there, leaning against his RV, arms crossed, eyes scanning the street like some grumpy, yet overly charming guard dog. When he sees the light in my window, that grumpy frown softens into a grin. He nods once, climbs into the RV, but doesn’t leave. Instead, he grabs a blanket, settles into the driver’s seat, and keeps his eyes on my window.
Surely, he’s not planning on staying there all night…
17
BEN
Alex’s message arrives later that evening.
Listen, I’m not saying it’s a bad idea.
What I’m saying is that this is a terrible idea.
I wanna get caught as much as you do, but this is an opportunity like no other.
I know, I know. 25,000,000 is a lot of zeroes. I had to double-check them when writing this message.
Even without Sienna and Ryker’s help, we’d have the funding we need, and maybe then some.
Yeah, but this wasn’t the plan. It’s risky.
It wasn’t. The original plan was to use my tour guide to scope out the museum, and to get access. Not to have her join us, or to become an integral part of this new plan.
Can we trust her?
Trusting anyone but ourselves would be foolish. However, I do have a good feeling about her.
Oh, yeah? You think she has a good feeling as well? Because earlier she looked like she wanted to set you on fire with her angry stares. And I’d be more than happy to take care of that for her.
That’s not at all what her stares were saying. Hers were a lot more sexually charged than yours could ever be.
You cannot fuck her, Ben. You’ll break her heart, she’ll get pissed, and then she’ll rat us out.
I’m not an idiot, Alex. Nothing is going to happen between us.
Good and I need you to promise me that you’ll tell her as little about what we’re doing as possible. Tell her just enough so we can pull off this heist. Nothing more. Alright? The more she knows, the more we’re in danger.
I promise. Don’t worry.
No, seriously, Ben. I need you to promise me you won’t talk about our other projects
Alex, the last thing I want is to endanger what we’re doing. You have my word. My lips are sealed.
Good, good. On a related note, any chance you’ve got another box under your bed with a chastity cage? Because I’d like you to put one on for the rest of the operation.
Funny.
No! No funny business!
Anyway, for what it’s worth—I do trust her. Not least because I have a feeling she really needs the money.
Yeah, I got that feeling too. Debt?
Not sure.
Someone taking advantage of her? Blackmailing her?
