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expression when he didn’t have a hand up her skirt.
He didn’t bother to tell her it was a real diamond.
She took the ring and slid it on her finger. “Okay. So what’s the plan, Pete?”
***
Fox drove the Rolls-Royce down several side roads surrounding the dealership. The engine’s purr was softer than the sports cars he usually delivered. His hands enjoyed the padded leather steering wheel. Everything about this car was made for luxury.
Three hundred and nineteen thousand dollars. Pretty steep if he actually planned to pay for one.
“How does it feel, honey?” Addison asked from the back.
Fox shifted in the seat, pretending to consider its comfort. Of course it was perfect. But it wasn’t his to keep. “Comfortable. It’ll be great for the drive to the beach house.”
The dealer smiled and patted the dashboard. “It’s the most sought-after luxury car, especially in terms of comfort. Perfect for long distance driving.”
“How’s the mileage?” she asked.
Fox gritted his teeth. Rich people didn’t ask about things like gas mileage. “Sweetheart,” he said, “if you like it, we buy it. You don’t need to worry about those sorts of things anymore.”
In the rearview, he saw her face pale. She’d been flawless until now.
The salesman turned to her. “I understand. I’m a conscientious spender myself.”
She smiled winningly. “Peter is used to having money. Me, not so much. Once poor, always poor.”
Fox wondered if Tom hated people like them. Well, who they were pretending to be. It must be insufferable spending all day with people who made so much more than he did and didn’t mind bragging about it. He pulled back into the lot and parked by the side door, where Tom indicated.
Now the real show began.
Addison opened the door and started to climb out. She paused halfway and yelled, “Dang it!”
“What’s wrong, honey?” Fox asked, trying not to sound rehearsed. Right on cue, his phone rang. “It’s work. I’ll just be one sec. Hello, Peter here,” he said into the receiver to Luke.
“I dropped my keys under the car!” Addison stood and wobbled on her heels.
Tom was already beside her, falling for the damsel-in-distress routine.
“Would you help me get them?” she asked him sweetly.
“Sure thing,” Tom replied.
Once he was kneeling on the concrete, with his head halfway under the car, Fox grabbed what he needed from Addison’s purse, which she’d purposely left on the center console.
He plugged the hacking device in under the dash, keeping it low in his crotch, covered by her purse while he uploaded the car’s computer imprint. Later he’d use it to make a keyless entry device and simply come back at night and drive it off the lot. All the while, Luke droned on about a documentary he’d seen about arctic seals as Fox gave nondescript responses every few moments.
“I don’t see them,” Tom said from under the car. “You sure you dropped them here?”
“Yes, I’m sure. They might be behind the tire.”
Fox looked down at the device. Fifty percent complete.
Tom shifted on the ground. “I’m sorry. I just can’t find them.”
Of course not. They weren’t really there.
Fox watched in the rearview mirror. Tom was dangerously close to looking inside the vehicle. He hoped Addison had another trick up her sleeve.
“Oh!” She turned toward the bumper, giving Fox and Tom her back. “I think I see them!”
She bent over just as a gush of wind swept through the lot. Her skirt went up, flashing a red thong. Tom froze, staring at her perfect heart-shaped bottom. For a very unprofessional second, Fox had trouble tearing his gaze away too. Damn, she had a fine ass.
Giving him ample opportunity to unplug the device and shove it back in her purse, she stayed bent over while Tom fought to close his drooling mouth. Fox jumped out of the car, carrying her bag.
When she heard the door shut, she snapped upright. “Found them!” She dangled the keys from her
He didn’t bother to tell her it was a real diamond.
She took the ring and slid it on her finger. “Okay. So what’s the plan, Pete?”
***
Fox drove the Rolls-Royce down several side roads surrounding the dealership. The engine’s purr was softer than the sports cars he usually delivered. His hands enjoyed the padded leather steering wheel. Everything about this car was made for luxury.
Three hundred and nineteen thousand dollars. Pretty steep if he actually planned to pay for one.
“How does it feel, honey?” Addison asked from the back.
Fox shifted in the seat, pretending to consider its comfort. Of course it was perfect. But it wasn’t his to keep. “Comfortable. It’ll be great for the drive to the beach house.”
The dealer smiled and patted the dashboard. “It’s the most sought-after luxury car, especially in terms of comfort. Perfect for long distance driving.”
“How’s the mileage?” she asked.
Fox gritted his teeth. Rich people didn’t ask about things like gas mileage. “Sweetheart,” he said, “if you like it, we buy it. You don’t need to worry about those sorts of things anymore.”
In the rearview, he saw her face pale. She’d been flawless until now.
The salesman turned to her. “I understand. I’m a conscientious spender myself.”
She smiled winningly. “Peter is used to having money. Me, not so much. Once poor, always poor.”
Fox wondered if Tom hated people like them. Well, who they were pretending to be. It must be insufferable spending all day with people who made so much more than he did and didn’t mind bragging about it. He pulled back into the lot and parked by the side door, where Tom indicated.
Now the real show began.
Addison opened the door and started to climb out. She paused halfway and yelled, “Dang it!”
“What’s wrong, honey?” Fox asked, trying not to sound rehearsed. Right on cue, his phone rang. “It’s work. I’ll just be one sec. Hello, Peter here,” he said into the receiver to Luke.
“I dropped my keys under the car!” Addison stood and wobbled on her heels.
Tom was already beside her, falling for the damsel-in-distress routine.
“Would you help me get them?” she asked him sweetly.
“Sure thing,” Tom replied.
Once he was kneeling on the concrete, with his head halfway under the car, Fox grabbed what he needed from Addison’s purse, which she’d purposely left on the center console.
He plugged the hacking device in under the dash, keeping it low in his crotch, covered by her purse while he uploaded the car’s computer imprint. Later he’d use it to make a keyless entry device and simply come back at night and drive it off the lot. All the while, Luke droned on about a documentary he’d seen about arctic seals as Fox gave nondescript responses every few moments.
“I don’t see them,” Tom said from under the car. “You sure you dropped them here?”
“Yes, I’m sure. They might be behind the tire.”
Fox looked down at the device. Fifty percent complete.
Tom shifted on the ground. “I’m sorry. I just can’t find them.”
Of course not. They weren’t really there.
Fox watched in the rearview mirror. Tom was dangerously close to looking inside the vehicle. He hoped Addison had another trick up her sleeve.
“Oh!” She turned toward the bumper, giving Fox and Tom her back. “I think I see them!”
She bent over just as a gush of wind swept through the lot. Her skirt went up, flashing a red thong. Tom froze, staring at her perfect heart-shaped bottom. For a very unprofessional second, Fox had trouble tearing his gaze away too. Damn, she had a fine ass.
Giving him ample opportunity to unplug the device and shove it back in her purse, she stayed bent over while Tom fought to close his drooling mouth. Fox jumped out of the car, carrying her bag.
When she heard the door shut, she snapped upright. “Found them!” She dangled the keys from her
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