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Authors: Olivia Thorne
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wards us off.
After a little haranguing, he calls his friend. They talk briefly in French, then JP hangs up.
“Well?” Grant asks.
“He will call me back when he discovers something,” JP says with a frown. “Now get out of my ass.”
19
I’m absolutely starving, so we have an early lunch – several gourmet cheeses, olives, nuts, and cold cuts. And red wine. Really good red wine. I’m a little tipsy halfway through the meal, so I switch to sparkling water. Alcohol and hacking under high-stakes circumstances don’t mix.
Grant and Jean-Paul reminisce about the old days. JP has warmed up enough now that he smiles when Grant mentions “that time in Nice” or “that job in Geneva.”
Dominique chimes in occasionally, reminding Grant of “our trip to Florence” and “those two weeks in Prague.”
Every time, Grant just smiles politely and changes the subject back to cat burglary.
I know she’s trying to mark territory she has no shot at reclaiming, but it still makes me angry. Yet I can’t really say anything. She’s done nothing more than allude to ‘trips’ and ‘vacations.’
Then she crosses the line.
“Remember that time we made love on the beach in Sardinia?” she asks. “ Mon Dieu, that was amazing.”
Grant grimaces. “Yes, well, that was two years ago.”
“It feels like yesterday to me,” she purrs.
Bitch – you wanna bring that up in front of me?
You brought a knife to a GUN fight, dumbass.
“Hey Grant,” I say.
“Yes?” he asks warily, expecting some jealous drama from me.
“Remember this morning when you fucked my brains out in the shower?”
He tries to stifle a grin. “I do, yes.”
Dominique looks like she’s going to pick up a butter knife and stab me.
Fuck you, Little Miss French Movie Star. YOU started this.
“All while we were on the run from the police – I mean, it was almost like you had to have me, no matter how dangerous it was. You just had to… take me,” I say, putting an extra sultry purr on the ‘take me’ part.
The grin breaks out in full force. “I did.”
Dominique is now scraping her fingernails across the wooden table without realizing she’s doing it. I’m pretty sure she’d rather the tabletop be my face.
“And the night before, when we had sex in that house we broke into – that was crazy.”
“It was,” he admits.
“It’s almost like doing illegal stuff makes you even hornier.”
“It kind of does.”
Any second now, Dominique is going to start foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.
“Huh,” I say thoughtfully. “Maybe that explains why we’ve done it sooo many times over the last four days – ”
Dominique gets up and storms outside onto the balcony.
Grant isn’t angry, but he does look at me like I’m a naughty little schoolgirl. “Was that really necessary?”
I shrug. “Bitches gots to learn.”
JP just chuckles. “Ah heu heu heu heu…”
20
Dominique comes back in a moment later, as though to prove she’s completely unaffected. But I notice she won’t look at me, and she doesn’t say anything to anyone else.
Good.
As we’re winding down the meal, Grant says, “By the way, we need some guns.”
Guns? I think. Why the hell do we need guns?
Before I can say anything, though, JP answers, “Yes, well, I need a beautiful naked woman and ten million dollars, but I do not see them yet.”
“Guns first, ten million later,” Grant says. “You’re on your own with the naked woman.”
JP turns to Dominique and asks something in French. Whatever it is he says (and it’s probably along the lines of Hey baby, want to be MY naked woman?) , he uses a slimy, suggestive tone of voice – at which point she breaks her silence to chew him out.
I hear a familiar couple of words in her insult, at which point Grant snorts with laughter.
“Swizzle stick?” I ask, and Grant nods.
JP flips Dominique the bird, at which point she says something that makes Grant laugh even harder.
I look
After a little haranguing, he calls his friend. They talk briefly in French, then JP hangs up.
“Well?” Grant asks.
“He will call me back when he discovers something,” JP says with a frown. “Now get out of my ass.”
19
I’m absolutely starving, so we have an early lunch – several gourmet cheeses, olives, nuts, and cold cuts. And red wine. Really good red wine. I’m a little tipsy halfway through the meal, so I switch to sparkling water. Alcohol and hacking under high-stakes circumstances don’t mix.
Grant and Jean-Paul reminisce about the old days. JP has warmed up enough now that he smiles when Grant mentions “that time in Nice” or “that job in Geneva.”
Dominique chimes in occasionally, reminding Grant of “our trip to Florence” and “those two weeks in Prague.”
Every time, Grant just smiles politely and changes the subject back to cat burglary.
I know she’s trying to mark territory she has no shot at reclaiming, but it still makes me angry. Yet I can’t really say anything. She’s done nothing more than allude to ‘trips’ and ‘vacations.’
Then she crosses the line.
“Remember that time we made love on the beach in Sardinia?” she asks. “ Mon Dieu, that was amazing.”
Grant grimaces. “Yes, well, that was two years ago.”
“It feels like yesterday to me,” she purrs.
Bitch – you wanna bring that up in front of me?
You brought a knife to a GUN fight, dumbass.
“Hey Grant,” I say.
“Yes?” he asks warily, expecting some jealous drama from me.
“Remember this morning when you fucked my brains out in the shower?”
He tries to stifle a grin. “I do, yes.”
Dominique looks like she’s going to pick up a butter knife and stab me.
Fuck you, Little Miss French Movie Star. YOU started this.
“All while we were on the run from the police – I mean, it was almost like you had to have me, no matter how dangerous it was. You just had to… take me,” I say, putting an extra sultry purr on the ‘take me’ part.
The grin breaks out in full force. “I did.”
Dominique is now scraping her fingernails across the wooden table without realizing she’s doing it. I’m pretty sure she’d rather the tabletop be my face.
“And the night before, when we had sex in that house we broke into – that was crazy.”
“It was,” he admits.
“It’s almost like doing illegal stuff makes you even hornier.”
“It kind of does.”
Any second now, Dominique is going to start foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog.
“Huh,” I say thoughtfully. “Maybe that explains why we’ve done it sooo many times over the last four days – ”
Dominique gets up and storms outside onto the balcony.
Grant isn’t angry, but he does look at me like I’m a naughty little schoolgirl. “Was that really necessary?”
I shrug. “Bitches gots to learn.”
JP just chuckles. “Ah heu heu heu heu…”
20
Dominique comes back in a moment later, as though to prove she’s completely unaffected. But I notice she won’t look at me, and she doesn’t say anything to anyone else.
Good.
As we’re winding down the meal, Grant says, “By the way, we need some guns.”
Guns? I think. Why the hell do we need guns?
Before I can say anything, though, JP answers, “Yes, well, I need a beautiful naked woman and ten million dollars, but I do not see them yet.”
“Guns first, ten million later,” Grant says. “You’re on your own with the naked woman.”
JP turns to Dominique and asks something in French. Whatever it is he says (and it’s probably along the lines of Hey baby, want to be MY naked woman?) , he uses a slimy, suggestive tone of voice – at which point she breaks her silence to chew him out.
I hear a familiar couple of words in her insult, at which point Grant snorts with laughter.
“Swizzle stick?” I ask, and Grant nods.
JP flips Dominique the bird, at which point she says something that makes Grant laugh even harder.
I look
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