by Calinda B
“Not far at all. Are you excited?” Lust flashed in his eyes and his breathing quickened.
“Scott, don’t embarrass me. Someone might hear you.” She pouted and pulled her arm from his.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure no one heard me.” He glanced around nervously. “No one would dare say anything, anyway. You know that, right? No one messes with me.” His chest puffed out as he reached for her hand.
“You’re right. I’ve seen the respect you get around here.” She almost choked on her words. He was respected, but not the big shot he imagined himself to be.
She glanced over her shoulder, suddenly getting the feeling she was being watched. Her gaze found blue eyes again, and a smile crossed his lips as he gave her a small nod. Interesting. She was going to have to learn more about him.
They stepped into the elevator. As the door slid closed, Scott pulled her against him and softly kissed her mouth. She sighed and leaned into the kiss feeling absolutely nothing. Misreading her sigh, he deepened the kiss and moaned into her mouth. Drew wanted the evening to end quickly but knew tonight she would learn where he kept the jewels, and hopefully discover his weakness along with his secrets. If all went well, she’d have the prized emerald and be done with him.
She pulled away and leaned back against the elevator wall, opened her purse to get her lipstick, and used the mirrored elevator wall to reapply it. She hoped he would show her where he kept the jewels, and she sure hoped they weren’t inside some wall or closet safe. She was growing tired of such easy jobs; the business of stealing jewels was starting to bore her like everything else in her life. People bought the safes and took all these precautions to safeguard their precious items, not realizing how easy it was to steal if one knew what they were doing. Moreover, since nobody else in their elite circle wanted to attempt this, she didn’t want to screw it up.
She hoped beyond hope that Scott would keep his hands to himself during the ride to his home. They never do. She rolled her eyes as she braced herself for his hand to rest on her lower back again, when the doors of the elevator slid open.
Drew sat in the stretch limo Scott had called for on the way down, thinking about the blonde back at the club. She liked his eyes and the way he looked right at her, no hesitation, no shyness. Most guys didn’t do that with her. They usually got nervous if she showed them any attention. It had been that way her entire life. Her mother told her she exhibited authority and commanded attention with her beauty from a very young age. Maybe money did that to you when you were born to it. Just once, she would like to have a man who was not so bowled over by her looks and her money that he turned into a blubbering idiot when she smiled at him. Or, maybe not. It did make jobs easier. She tucked the thoughts of him deep into the back of her mind.
She nodded at something Scott said, touched his arm, and made all the right moves. He was talking non-stop and running his hand along her inner thigh. She knew what he expected, and it wouldn’t take her long to have him right where she wanted him. The untraceable drug she kept with her for this purpose would put him to sleep, just deep enough that she could recon what was needed to do the job.
During the last meeting in the penthouse, Scott’s newest emerald was the talk of the exclusive club members, the ones that met behind the closed doors of the backroom. She had been the only one willing to take the job. Not only was her reputation at stake, so was a lot of money, if she failed. The counterfeit emerald was tucked safely in her bag.
Drew smiled demurely at Scott, fluttering her lashes. He inhaled sharply. “Would it be okay if I make us a night cap when we get to your place?” she purred, brushing her breast against his arm.
“Sure, but I have staff to do that, you know.” He was almost drooling over her, all goofy eyed. “You don’t need to bother yourself with such trivial things.”
She pouted. “I want to do it myself. Can’t you send your staff away for the night? I wanted it to be just us. I don’t like being confined to the bedroom.” She pushed her bottom lip out. She hoped he would take the bait, having staff around would be too risky.
His eyes grew wide as his jaw went slack, “What?” He swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”
“Scott, I want to be with you anywhere in the house that suits our fancy. Not confined to your bedroom. How dull is that for the first time we’re together? Do you really want your maid walking in on us in a compromising position?” She sighed. “I thought you’d be a little more daring.”
His face lit up at what she was suggesting. “I see what you mean. Of course, I’ll give them all the night off and tell them we don’t want to be disturbed.” He sat back and actually rubbed the palms of his hands together, bringing to mind a picture of a small child looking into the candy case after just being told he could have anything he desired.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page. I very much loathe being confined to one space, or to clothing, in these situations.” Hooked and reeled in. A genuine smile turned up the corners of her mouth for the first time that evening.
The limo turned into the drive leading to Scott’s house. “Do you have cameras? I don’t see a gate guard,” she asked as they pulled through the open gates. She glanced around trying to see.
“No guard and no, I don’t keep the gates locked. I have cameras placed around the property, and everyone knows I employ a very respectable security company. My house is like Fort Knox. If someone made their way onto the property, they would find it impossible to enter the house.”
“You’ll have to tell me about it. I don’t feel safe in my home, and it scares me sometimes.” She watched the sides of the drive and didn’t notice any cameras in the normal places security companies placed them.
When the limo rolled to a stop, Scott jumped out and ran around to her door, shooing the driver away. “I’ve got this, Theodore.” He reached in and took her hand, helping her out of the car.
Drew made sure the slit on the side of her dress slid up and opened a little more than needed, to keep his interest piqued. He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked up the two steps to the entrance. She glanced around, noting the placement of the cameras on either side of the doorway, the first ones she’d seen.
He opened his front door, took her hand, and led her into the foyer. He punched a series of numbers on a standard keypad by the door and turned off the system. “Welcome to my humble abode. Let’s go into the library, and you can make those drinks while I let the staff off for the evening.” He directed her into a lovely room with an astonishing liquor cabinet sitting next to a wall that was floor to ceiling bookcases.
“A reader or are they just for show?” She walked along the wall, pretending to look at the shelves of books while she actually looked for security and hidden cameras.
He laughed, not a pleasant sound to her ears. She had to force herself not to cringe. Thank heaven, she had her back to him. She took a deep breath, forced a smile on her face, and turned. “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t read. They’re just decorations since the shelves were there. I don’t even know what books the designer bought. I just gave him a budget and said make it perfect.” He chuckled. “You make those drinks and I’ll be back.”
Drew mixed the drinks, making sure to put an extra ice cube in hers and a splash of her secret ingredient in Scott’s. She sat down on the long sofa and placed his glass on a coaster that was sitting on his antique coffee table; she doubted if he even knew what some of the pieces were worth that he had in this room.
Scott strolled in, pulling his tie from around his neck. “We’re alone now, baby. Everyone has been sent on their way for the night and told not to come back until four tomorrow evening.” He sat down as close as he could, put his arm around her, and pulled her closer still. “Come here.” He turned her face and kissed her softly. Scott brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful. Do you know that?”
“You’re so sweet.” She leaned toward him and kissed him, parting her lip
s, inviting him in. When she broke the kiss, she looked at him with hooded eyes. “Grab your drink and let’s take this upstairs. I want to see your bedroom.” She stood and held out her hand.
Picking up his glass, he took a long drink before he grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to undress you and love you like you deserve,” he growled.
Drew tilted her head back and giggled. She cased the hallway and staircase as they made their way to the second floor, taking her time, pretending she was looking at his artwork. “Your home is so lovely.”
“I can call the staff and arrange for the entire weekend, if you like. Your wish is my command.” He pulled her into a huge bedroom at the top of the stairs. “What do you think?”
Drew figured the same designer had done this room as well. The room was decorated for—what some would consider—someone powerful and worldly. “Do you keep your jewel collection here or in a safe deposit box? It worries me to have anything small in my home. It’s a shame, since we appreciate the finer things in life, don’t you think?” She started unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
“Oh, don’t you worry your little head. I told you, this place is wired like Fort Knox. I keep everything here. I’m a man who surrounds myself with beautiful things. Come...” He grabbed her hand and tugged her to the next room. He turned on the lights and motioned for her to enter.
Drew’s eyes grew wide when she took in the display of jewels, crystal, paintings, and vases that adorned the room. This one, she was sure the designer hadn’t done.
“Wow. What a collection.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I could spend hours in here taking everything in.”
Scott beamed at her. “I love doing that myself.” He strode to her. “But you don’t mind seeing it tomorrow, do you?” He took her in his arms, pulling her close as he slowly undid the zipper on the back of her dress.
“We better head back to your room.” She giggled, slipping away from him and heading out the door, shrugging her dress off her shoulders.
When he walked into the room, she glanced over her shoulder and let her dress pool around her feet, revealing the barely-there thongs. She wore no bra.
He stopped dead. “You are so beautiful, Drew.” His breathing was rapid and lust filled his eyes.
“Why are you still wearing your clothes?” she purred, stepping out of her dress as she moved to his bed. He gulped down the last of his drink and set the glass on his bedside table. She stretched out on the mattress, arching her back as she motioned with her finger for him to join her.
He stumbled as he stepped out of his pants, mumbled something under his breath, and quickly joined her. Covering her body with his, he claimed her mouth again as his hands roved over her skin. “You’re even more lovely than I imagined,” he whispered.
Running her hand down his back, she increased her breathing and moaned into his mouth, knowing what a turn on it was for men. “Make love to me, please,” she whispered in his ear as she rolled on top, straddling his thighs. And… there it is. She smiled as his eyes went out of focus, and his mouth went slack. The hands that were grabbing her greedily a few seconds ago, fell to the mattress, his dick going limp.
Rolling off the bed, she glanced at the time, picked up her phone, and pulled the black velvet bag from her purse before moving silently back to the adjoining room. After careful and close scrutiny, she assured herself there were no silent alarms or trip wires, no security cameras. Scott really did believe his home was secure. Snapping a couple of photos of the emerald and how it was placed on the display, she quickly sent them to her secure server.
Carefully lifting the emerald from its stand, she held it up to the light. It was exquisite in both cut and color. She’d never seen anything so perfect and beautiful before. This gem was the purest green she’d ever seen, very transparent with no eye-visible, color zoning. From its appearance, she figured Scott had been right in that it came from Colombia. Their emeralds seemed to have a warmer, more intense, pure green color to them. She took her jeweler’s glass from the second pocket in her bag to get a closer look. The cutter did an excellent job with this one. He had known what he was doing when he designed the cut to make sure he minimized the effect of any fractures found naturally in the stones. The cut really played up the hue, tone, and saturation of the gem.
She laid it on the side, poured the manufactured gem from the pouch, and set it on the stand, comparing it to the pictures she’d taken to make sure it was set just as the other one had been. Once satisfied, she deleted the pictures from her phone.
“Sorry Scott. This is a gem that should be loved and appreciated by someone who will enjoy wearing it,” she whispered as she carefully wrapped it in a soft cloth before tucking it safely into the soft pouch.
This was much easier than she’d hoped. What an idiot Scott was to believe no one would make it to the second floor. His arrogance was going to cost him. As perfectly as her contact had reproduced the gem from the many pictures of it, she didn’t think Scott would even notice the one he now held was a fake.
Once she was finished and happy everything was perfectly in place, she tiptoed back to his room, placed the pouch safely back into her purse, and carefully crawled into bed with him, snuggling close. He would wake in the next hour or so thinking they had done the deed. The last thing he would remember was her on top of him, grinding against his cock.
3
Logan exited the limo and unlocked the door to his house. Turning on the light, he locked everything up behind him. He just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Tim liked the pretty waitress, she appeared to like him, but he chose to take himself to a local brothel for a woman. The guy had looks, money, and a great personality, so why the hell would he want to sleep with a whore instead of getting to know a nice girl?
Logan was still full from the late dinner, so he decided to take a quick shower and watch TV before turning in for the night. He threw on sweatpants and a T-shirt before making his way into his living room. Logan’s house was small compared to most of the other player’s homes. He hadn’t been interested in one of those fancy mansions along millionaire’s row or a condo in the city. Instead, he opted for a lovely, older home on Staten Island.
Glancing around his living room, he took in the built-in shelves on either side of the fireplace that held his books, ones he’d already read, along with the ones he had yet to read. The soft, saddle-tan, leather furniture was positioned in a way that would make for easy conversations, if he had company. The handmade antique coffee table and end tables accented the room with their rich, deep colors. Yeah, he was happy with it. It felt like home.
Turning on the TV, he scanned through the channels. Finding nothing he cared to watch, he put on a music channel and picked up the latest book he was reading. However, when he opened the book, he found his mind wandering again to the woman from the club. Closing his eyes, he brought the picture of her glancing back over her shoulder to the forefront of his mind. Her whiskey eyes had captivated him. He’d never seen eyes that color before. He wondered if he could get the nerve up to approach her and ask her out, or would he be a complete wimp like Tim and just pine over her?
A sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated why the hell he was worrying about asking her out. Other than the fact that she was the richest woman in the club, she was perfect and beautiful. She carried herself like royalty. Oh, who the hell was he kidding? He wasn’t going to attempt to even talk to her; she was way out of his league. Doubts of his place on this side of society started creeping up again. But she didn’t know his past, and he didn’t have to tell her. Wouldn’t she just assume he’d always had money? For that matter, what the hell did it matter what she thought. He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
As he headed to bed, he knew sleep was going to evade him for a long time tonight. Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he turned down his covers and stripped off his clothes. Sliding into his bed, he marveled at the feel of the one expense he enjoyed, the sheets. Yeah, T
im had been right about them, nothing like their satiny embrace against his skin.
Putting his hands behind his head, he stared at his ceiling fan trying to imagine what Drew’s skin would feel like under his hands. Groaning, he felt his dick getting hard as her image played through his mind again. He ran offensive plays through his mind so he wouldn’t think about her as he drifted off to sleep.
Logan woke in the wee hours of the morning to his cell buzzing on the bedside stand. He looked at the clock, “Shit.” He thumbed it on and growled into the speaker, “This better be good, asshole. Do you know what time it is?”
“Yeah, I do. I waited until a decent time to call, dickhead. I fucked up last night,” Tim whispered. “Can you come get me?”
Logan sat up, his head suddenly clear as his heart raced. “What did you do? Where are you?” Tim screwed up so frequently that he expected calls, but from the sound of his buddy’s voice, this sounded bad.
“I’m at Lacey’s. You know, the whorehouse where the guys and I go. I stayed and got shitfaced and woke up this morning with two women.”
“So? You’ve done that before.” He put the phone on speaker, slipped on his jeans, and pulled a T-shirt over his head.
“Yeah, but this time I woke up with her daughter in bed with me. Shit man, I don’t remember what happened last night. I mean, I remember having sex with two women. I remember the blowjobs. But I sure as shit don’t remember her daughter being one of them. She’s gonna kill me.”
“Jesus Tim, how many times have we talked about this crap? Is her daughter legal? What the hell is she doing in a whorehouse anyway? Are you sure she’s Lacey’s daughter?”
“I don’t know why she’s here, but yeah, it’s her, and I have no fucking idea if she’s legal. Could it be a set up? Maybe that’s what it is, a setup. Can you come get me?”