He Hums In Response, Eyes On The Open Road In Front Of Them. One Hand Is Settled On The Steering Wheel,

"and i think you're scared." she counters, unwelcome hurt trickling through her at his reaction. "is it really so bad that i kissed you?"

" i think you're confused. " he was far from the perfect guy you should get feelings involved with. " that's what i think. "

while jobs like these were above her pay grade these days, there was something about doing them with bishop that left her pulse racing. the intrigue of pretending to be different people for the night while still always together, his arm around her waist and her hand on his chest to let everyone know they were each other's. she nods, eyes glinting as they move towards the high rollers table and she allows her mask of shallow trophy wife to settle in as they approach their target. a smirk takes her lips, turning her lips towards his ear. "gladly. if he goes for it after midnight though, you have to buy me a sybian." she settles a hand atop his shoulder as he places his bets, mouth curving at the familiar number. their hotel room and then the date of their anniversary years later, cementing the number as theirs. dark eyes settle across the table on viktor. she allows her smile to grow somewhat sly as she gazes at him, noticing the fact that the creeps eyes settled on every curve except her eyes. but that had been the plan, always was. let him assume that her husband was the only one of the two that was dangerous. she grins when bishop wins, bending down to press a kiss to her husband's cheek. "well done, mi amor. i told you i was your lucky charm." she says loud enough for the table to hear, noticing their target's eyes settling on her husband.

ten  years  of  this  dance ,   stolen  kisses  in  safe  houses,  her  heel  digging  into  his  calf  during  interrogations  —  and  still  she  could  make  his  pulse  stutter  like  a  faulty  detonator.   across  the  room,  viktor  shoved  away  from  the  table,  his  security  detail  a  trio  of  gorillas  in  ill-fitting  suits.  bishop’s  grip  tightened  imperceptibly  on  isabelle’s  waist.  “time  to  cash  in,”  he  murmured,  nodding  toward  the  high-limit  roulette  pit  where  cigarette  smoke  coiled  like  ghosts  above  emerald  felt.   “shall  we  wager?  if  he  takes  the  bait  before  midnight…  you  owe  me  that  thing  with  the  handcuffs.” sharp smirk, and a squeeze of her hip.  he slid into a vacant seat, stacking chips with deliberate slowness.  “no  more  bets.”  he  stacked  his  chips  with  the  precision  of  a  man  who’d  counted  cards  in  back-alley  parlors  since  he  could  shave.  black  29.  the  number  hummed  in  his  veins  —  same  as  the  hotel  room  where  they’d  first  fucked  during  a  storm  in  miami ,  rain  slashing  the  windows  as  she’d  dug  her  nails  into  the  scar  on  his  shoulder.  superstitious?  maybe.  but  survival  in  their  line  of  work  required  rituals  sharper  than  prayer. the  roulette  wheel  spun,  ivory  ball  clattering.  bishop  didn’t  watch  it.  he  watched  isabelle’s  throat  flutter  as  she  laughed  —  a  sound  like  breaking  crystal  —  and  the  way  viktor’s  piggish  eyes  tracked  the  sway  of  her  hips.  let  the  bastard  look.  let  him  salivate.  the  ball  clattered  to  a  stop.  “black  29.”  the  croupier  announced,  voice  flat  as  a  coroner’s.  a  ripple  went  through  the  crowd  —  tourists  clutching  pearls,  high  rollers  eyeing  bishop’s  growing  pile.  he  let  his  gaze  slide  to  viktor.  the  man  was  staring  now,  piggish  eyes  glinting  — that  always  undid  his  kind.  there  you  are.

one hand tight in his own, the other clutched around her knife as they make their way down the stairs, her heartrate returning to normal with every stair they descend. the flush remains on her features though, more bothered than she'd like to be at his former closeness, the remnants of his body a whisper of a memory against her skin. she nods when they're in the clear, finally dropping his hand as the near the bottom floor of the building. "i'm fine. you just startled me, is all." she flicks her gaze around, making sure they were alone before she pushes the last door open, leading them into the street so they could head back to their shelter. "didn't realize you were waiting for an excuse to get close to me." she quips, smiling over her shoulder.

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there was no time to warn her; his body acting of its own accord with the need to protect by ensuring she keeps still and avoids many any noise. he'll apologize once they're safe, but until then, his hand remains over her mouth to stifle her breathing while he holds his own. just until the creaking of whatever creature passes over their heads. when she takes his hand, he doesn't think anything of it and clasps into it tightly as he follows after her towards the stairwell. once they've wound round and round down a few levels, fox helping her over the occasional piles of broken concrete, he finally speaks. "you alright?" his voice comes out soft and low and slightly muffled behind his mask.

"wow, that was so heartfelt. i really felt it down in my soul." sarcasm drenches from her tone, a hand pressed to her chest.

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"I'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, I'm there. I owe you one."

he snorts at that, shaking his head in amusement that that's where her mind goes. "i just don't sleep with a shirt on is all. if it makes you uncomfortable though, i'm willing to suffer for you." it was unnerving how much he was willing to do for her in such a short amount of time. he'd not felt quite this strongly for another woman since his wife died, leaving that gaping hole in his heart. he's not so sure wen it started mending. he listens as she explains, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and gazing into her eyes as he nods his head once. "okay." he says it simply, sincerely. "i can give you time. a chance with you is worth it to me. i'm just sorry i put you in this position in the first place." he pulls back the covers on his side of the bed, sliding beneath them before settling on his back.

Just as she hangs up the phone she notices him already getting undressed which makes her laugh for some reason as she moves to lay in the bed. "If you think getting undressed in front of me is going to seduce me you're so wrong," she grins thinking of how she could torture him though during this trip. With a sigh she props herself on an elbow watching him. "Oh you wanted to get to know me for more than how to use my gallery as a front for illegal arms deals?" She laughs again shaking her head remembering everything that happened that first night between them. How naive she felt when she realized why he was actually in her gallery that night. "I'm not hiding behind anything by the way. If I really wanted to fuck with you I'd sleep naked. Tomas, it's just really hard for me to move past it. The last guy who wanted to get to know me ended up being a mistake too. I guess, I just need time? If you really want me as bad as you say you do then you'll be patient with me. I don't know what else to tell you."

this wasn't going at all how she'd hoped, sigh heavily passing her lips as she stares at him as if that will change his mind. "i can't keep pretending that i don't feel something for you, okay? it's driving me crazy." her brow furrows as hurt seeps through her chest. "do you really not feel something for me?"

touchè. feelings wasn't comfortable for him at all. " it isn't about the kiss ... it's about what it means. " they were friends that were getting into deep water.

he nods his head at the little information she has to go off, thankful for the fact that he has plenty of contacts good at hacking and tracking people down to try and find holly and her mystery man. "i'll look into it." he snorts when she punches the pillow, amused at her annoyance when it came to her sister's husband. he watches her carefully as she moves closer, eyes closing under her touch for a brief moment before opening them again, meeting her own as their foreheads press together. he sighs quietly, moving one of his hands up to hold her wrist gently. "i can't make you any promises, either. i don't know if i can find her or if she's gonna be in a good situation. i'll look though. i'll get all of my people on it." he turns his head to kiss her palm, heart softening at her confession. it's then that he presses away the pillow wall, arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her into his chest. "i really fucking want you, harriet. gonna keep showing you as much until it sticks."

Although it seems she has moved on from the conversation about her sister Harriet can't forget the last thing he said. "He was a criminal, that's all I know. She wouldn't tell me anything else. Frankly I didn't want to know. It was her personal business and the less I knew the less likely I was to tell her shitbag husband. Because I would have just to piss him off." She sighs punching one of the pillows before turning to face Tomas. Considering his attraction to her she knew this was total manipulation but when it came to Holly she would do anything to just know she was alive at this point. "Tomas," she started before reaching to take his face in her hands pressing their foreheads together. "If you find my sister and somehow find a way for me to see her in person," she sighs closing her eyes briefly. "I can't promise anything but it would mean the world to me." She feels her eyes fill with tears again just at the thought of seeing Holly. "It will definitely thaw my cold fucking heart though. Too many people have just left me - now I have issues and baggage. You really want all of that, because that's all of me."

she knows damn well that she shouldn't be doing this with hunter, but she's never really been one to follow rules. she had married for lust over love and when her husband stopped pleasing her the way she liked, her son had well and truly stepped up to the plate. it sends a thrill through her to know that they could get caught at any moment in such a compromising position. her lips locked on his, her ass bare and stinging from the way he'd spanked her for being such a tease. moaning into his mouth, she grinds her wet pussy against his cock, slicking it up as she grips his hair. "why yes i do considering it got me exactly what i wanted. all today while preparing for this party all i've been able to think of is having that cock inside me." she reaches for the top of her dress, sliding the straps down her shoulders and pushing it down until her breasts are bare for him. "please fill me up, hunter. i need it."

Hunter has had enough of her actions lately and right now all he wanted was to teach her the lesson she deserved. Especially after the way she had acted all evening around him. The constant eye contact with him , the brushing against him every time he passed through hallways and not to mention her touching his ass. This entire time he hadn't been able to get his hands on her because she was hosting this party and there were a lot of people around. It was nothing but torture for hunter to have ensure this the entire time. Finally when he saw an opportunity he took her into a private room so he could have his way with her. Her ass was already red from the spanks he had given her as he had her in exactly the position he wanted. His cock was pressed against her from behind while he kissed her back hungrily. By all means they shouldn't be doing this considering the fact that she was his step mom and they both would be in a lot of trouble if they were ever caught but he simply didn't care for it. "I don't care. Right now all I care about is teaching you the lesson. You think you are so clever don't you. Constantly teasing me and driving me crazy for you in front of everyone. " He said to her.

i'm rewatching obi-wan and if i end up with a ewan mcgregor muse bc of it, then what