Kalista
I nervously laugh as I hold onto the delicate piece of paper that fluttered from underneath my bra.
It seems that Griff’s next lesson for me in becoming a thief is to test my perception and awareness.
I have no idea how it got there.
The paper is delicate and thin enough, so it’s understandable that I hadn’t noticed it was in my bra for who knows how long.
But it tells me I’m failing this little test of Griff’s.
It’s not the failure of noticing the paper in my bra that has my lips twisted in a wry smile.
No, it’s the contents of what is written on the paper.
My hands and tongue are better at this job. Mine, especially, loves to caress and massage them...reminding them of their importance.
How in the hell?
How did I not feel him putting it in there? I look around my chest, hoping to find a clue.
No luck.
His presence is easily detectable, even when—or rather, especially when—he doesn’t touch me.
Maybe that’s how he distracted me.
Regardless, it’s annoyingly impressive.
Remembering his hands hovering over my body and the look in his eyes has me wet again.
All that talk of control and his demonstration of it makes me wonder just how those hands and tongue would deliver on the promise of his little note.
Heat spreads through me, and as expected, it fires up my nipples and pussy.
How does he do this to me even when he isn’t even in the room?
No, I can’t play this game.
Don’t get me wrong. I am great at this game. I’m a fucking Olympian at it, but it’s not one I can play with Griff.
As I plan for my counter move, I turn the shower on cold to extinguish my need for his touch.
Feeling refreshed with a few ideas in mind, I finish getting ready for the day.
I’m excited to get out and plan for my first heist. I don’t even care that I have to pretend to be engaged to Griff and fake that I’m interested in this hotel as a possible venue for our upcoming nuptials.
It’ll be fun to play pretend. And it’ll help set up my move.
I do have to practice being a thief anyhow, or at least learn more about the world and the profession, especially before the heist.
Watching Griff day in and day out, I’ve become amazed at how much devotion is required to be a thief of his stature.
It’s nothing like how the movies portray them—well, the bad thieves at least.
That is, if there are good thieves, which I am beginning to think there might be.
And Griff might be one of them.
Sliding into my new favorite pair of Louboutins, I complete my outfit with a short black dress. It’s short enough to distract Griff, but modest enough for the public.
He seems pleased when I greet him at the front door.
“That’s quite a dress, love. Or should I use fiancée?” he says, devouring me with his gaze.
“Isn’t it?”
“Well, shall we?”
He puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me out the door.
There’s something about his touch, even one as innocent as this, that sends a shiver up my spine.
“I guess we shall, my husband-to-be.” I wink at him, trying to hide my overly enthusiastic smile.
It’s really just me excited to start preparing for the heist. Well, mostly that.
On our way, he goes over a checklist that I need to know when casing a locale.
As the dutiful student that I am, I soak it all up.
We arrive at the hotel in style, as we should. The drive over he goes over a checklist that I need to know when casing a locale.
Scoping out the hotel, we make sure to memorize the layout, entrances and exits, and any random cove that might be useful for our night at the gala and auction.
As Griff teaches me, you can never be too careful in planning out a heist.
“The more you know, the better,” he says.
I also make a note of the hotel itself. It’s beautiful, though not spectacular.
Yes, it’s luxurious and it suits the clientele perfectly well—but it’s nothing like the hotel where I had my birthday at.
Now that was fit for a queen. It’s the main reason I chose that location.
After a long and elaborate afternoon of fake wedding planning, we grab a bite to eat at the hotel’s Italian bistro. We discuss the pros and cons of the venue, like any to-be-married couple would—but obviously it’s not the wedding we’re weighing the pros and cons against.
And with a little bit of coercing and some heavy-handed teasing, I convince Griff that we should go to the pool.
Seeing as we’re here to explore a possible wedding venue, we should take advantage of everything that it has to offer.
Plus, the pool is impressive with its Grecian-inspired architecture and crystal blue water.
Seeing as I didn’t plan for a pool party, I have to head to the hotel store to get a bathing suit and leave Griff to lounge out at the pool.
A few minutes later, I find the perfect suit. If you can call it that—given how little fabric there is.
The bottom doesn’t entirely cover my ass, bordering on G-string level, and my top just barely covers what it needs to.
I stare at myself and feel the smug smile spread.
Checkmate, Griffin.
I’ll have him wishing he didn’t start his menacing game of secret notes. Because with this bikini, I’ve definitely won.
And the best part of it all? He won’t even see this coming.
I make a quick change in the bathroom and make my way outside to the pool.
It’s not hard to notice his eyes shoot up and fixate on me as I stride toward him. The straw of his drink falls from his mouth as his jaw falls in surprise.
I laugh at the sight of him reacting exactly how I planned.
Victory is so sweet, after all.
Yes, love, I’ve got you now!
His mouth forms into a devilish grin and I turn my back, giving him a perfect view of my cheeky thong bottoms.
I effortlessly dive into the pool.
The water feels amazing and provides a nice reprieve from the heat of the sun—and Griff’s eyes.
Coming up for air, I flip my hair, and move to the edge of the pool to greet his feasting eyes.
“Care to join me, fiancée?” I smirk teasingly and bite my bottom lip.
“Left my swim trousers at the apartment, love. Care to join me for an afternoon delight?” he asks, shaking his drink at me.
I would much rather prefer the real afternoon delight—a non-alcoholic beverage kind obviously, but it’d be in our best interests if I take the drink instead.
Besides, I can’t allow myself to get trapped into this game that my body craves to play.
“Order me some champagne, fiancée.” I wink and dip back under the water.
Once I see the waitress, I swim towards the other end of the pool. Very slowly, and deliberately, I climb up the ladder.
I make sure to meet Griff’s eyes while slicking my hair back and running my hands down my body.
I channel my inner Bond Girl in the hopes of getting a rise out of him.
I can see that it worked even from here. His eyes never falter for a moment from my own.
I walk pass him, very assured of myself, and sit across from him at the table. In taking a sip of my drink, I hope to ease some of our sexual tension.
Instead it only urges me to act on the lust I have for the man.
“Quite a venue,” I say with a smile.
“I am thoroughly enjoying the view, love,” he says, his voice low and full of desire.
It makes me wet—well, more wet—watching his tongue glide over his words.
That tongue…
“Do you not like getting wet?” I tease.
“That’s one of my favorite things to do,” he says as his eyes blatantly glaze down my body.
Just like with his hands, his eyes have an amazing ability to make me feel as if he is touching me without actually doing it. And my skin flushes when he lingers over my tits and thighs.
“But I think something else is quickly becoming a favorite of mine. And it only requires parts of me getting wet.” He winks.
I can’t deny his carnal eroticism; his quick tongue and smooth delivery elicits more than this bathing suit can handle.
But as much as I want him and his hands on me—I need to keep him at least three feet away.
For everyone’s safety.
I will not become the damsel in distress who falls for her savior.
No matter how fucking roguishly sexy he is.
So, to stifle my growing ache and our dangerous flirtation, I steer the conversation onto a safer topic.
“So, what do you like to do for fun?”
He laughs and sips his drink.
“There are many things I like to do for fun. Some with my hands and tongue, but mostly I thoroughly enjoy exploring the finer things in life. And, as you’ve seen, I’m damn good at it. Who wouldn’t love doing what they’re great at and what makes them feel good while doing it?”
I stare at him, swallowing hard.
I’m slightly confused as to what exactly he is talking about. His job? His cock?
But it makes me think that maybe I’ll also feel good doing whatever it is that he does.
“Do you think I’d like exploring as much as you?”
He gazes at me, in all sincerity, and I feel oddly exposed—more than what I am.
“A woman like you? I wouldn’t doubt it. And frankly, I think you’re more than capable of getting whatever you want in life. But I’m excited to see that you’ll be getting a taste of my world, love. If that’s what you want.”
I let out a breath—not realizing I was holding it in—and feel a wave excitement wash over me. A wave mixed with a touch of desire.
I grin confidently.
So far, I’m very intrigued.
“I think that is exactly what I want.”
He smiles charmingly as his eyes dance with playful delight.
“Finish your drink, love. We should be heading back. We need to start planning.”
I nod in agreement as I catch him licking his lips and eyeing my tits.
“Yes, love,” I mimic him, lingering on his word.
I shimmy out of my seat and walk past him. I can feel him following behind me and feel his eyes on my nearly bare ass.
Back at his apartment, I change into my silk pajamas and find another piece of paper like the one in my bra.
Where in the hell did this come from? There was barely a place to put it in.
Places where I like to get wet have to do with the places I love to taste…and it’s the most forbidden. Dare to explore?