realise he’s waiting for directions.
“Just head towards Lincoln Towers on West End” I tell
him quietly, and he pulls away from the curb. I manage to stay quiet for a
whole five minutes before the silence finally kills me.
“I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking…but it’s
not that.”
“So it’s not more trouble?”
“Okay…maybe it is what you’re thinking then…but not the kind of trouble you’re thinking
of.”
“Mmmhmm…”
“You can pull over and let me out…”
He cuts me off mid-sentence, “I don’t think so.”
“So what are you going to do then…take me to the
police? That guns legal” I straight up lie.
“No, I’m going to help you” he says surprisingly.
“You don’t even know what I’m doing. You don’t care if
you’re aiding and abetting a criminal?”
“Not if that criminal is you.”
“You know what Carter…You are one very confusing man.”
He grins in response and strangely doesn’t even care
that I just called myself a criminal, which makes my thoughts run wild. What
the hell is he thinking? We drive for a few more minutes in complete silence
again until we’re heading down Broadway Avenue.
“Take a left here” I say, and he follows my directions
the rest of the way towards Hudson. I decide on walking the few streets between
where we park and the block I need to get to. Better to park a tiny bit further
than too close and have me spotted running to his car – which isn’t entirely
inconspicuous. We end up parking down West End Avenue, right next to the
Lincoln Towers.
“I won’t be too long” I say as I jump out the car and
don’t wait for a reply.
I head down West End and finally see the tall black
gate with the ‘no admittance’ sign stuck in the middle. Smack bang in the
middle of the gates separating the entrance and exit sides is the little booth
with the security guard in it. I watch as he flips the page on his magazine,
not one ounce of concentration on his surroundings. That’s why I had to hurry,
because this security guy is on the late shift and he doesn’t do his job very
well. It makes what I’m about to do a hell of a lot easier.
I take a swift look down the street and quickly scale
the tall fence and jump over, landing softly and quietly on the other side. I
slide myself behind the big, grey electrical boxes and close my eyes
momentarily, soaking up the rush of excitement. Once I’m out of sight I take a
deep breath and relax, until I see Carter doing exactly the same thing I just
did. What the hell?
I reach out from my hiding spot and yank him into the
tight confined space, flush against my body.
“What the fuck are you doing Carter?”
“I said I was going to help you” he smiles slightly,
“no-one saw me.”
“You’re going to get us shot is what you’re going to
do” I whisper yell and then shut my eyes with a sigh. I feel his warm breath
against my cheek, so I open my eyes to look at him. I realise now in this tiny
space between us that he’s pressed flat against me, one hand resting on my arm,
and the other wrapped around my waist.
“Aren’t you curious what you’re getting yourself
into?”
“I’m actually more curious as to whether you’re in
lace for something like this as well” he grins, and slides his hand down from
my waist to cup my ass. No doubt he can feel what kind of underwear I’m wearing
through my running tights, but decides to slip his hand underneath them before
giving my ass a gentle squeeze.
Satisfied with the answer, he grins so wide it gives
him that cute crinkle in the corner of his eye, and skims his lips against my
cheek and down my jaw.
“Where to now, Catwoman?”
“Catwoman?”
“Yeah…she was the only sexy criminal I could think of
on the spot” he shrugs.
I stare at him momentarily speechless and just shake
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