Chapter 6 Red
Red
Watching Blue work is like porn for con artists.
She’s leading Hensley on with teasing touches, a brush of her hip here, a sultry laugh there all while he follows her like a dog chasing a bone.
During setup yesterday, I saw him grab her ass while she adjusted a wreath, his hand lingering like he thought he owned her.
She played it cool, all smiles, but I wanted to deck him.
That girl’s got ovaries of steel, playing him like a fiddle while planning to torch his world.
I admire her ability to switch personas to fit the situation.
That Halloween night, she took us apart, body and soul.
The way she ground up against my touch when we had her tied to the chair, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to take more?
I’m fucking hooked. She conned us, stole our haul, but it just proves she’s our equal, if not better.
She’s fierce, smart, and that body… I want her under me, over me, any way I can get her.
But she’s so much more than just a hot body.
She’s got a fire in her, a need for justice that feeds something inside of me.
We’ve all been burned by the rigged systems of this world but Blue’s fighting back, and I want to fight with her, not against her.
I weave through the crowd as a serving elf, pouring champagne, my pointed-ears mask itching but my grin in place. I pass Blue a tray of canapés, letting my fingers graze hers, and she freezes, her breath hitching.
“Careful, sweetheart,” I murmur, winking behind my mask.
Her cheeks flush, her eyes lingering on my abs, but she doesn’t recognize me, just feels the spark.
I love her sass, her strength, the way she owns every room she’s in.
She’s not just a mark; she’s the whole damn game and I can’t wait for us all to win it.
But we’re not there yet so with another wink, I slide past her and move to get another tray.
I catch Green’s eye across the room, his reindeer antlers bobbing as he hands out drinks.
He’s watching her too, his jaw tight, that protective streak flaring.
We’re all in deep, and we know it. A couple hours later, things start winding down with most of the guests leaving.
Blue’s leading Hensley away from the party with a group of women in skimpy elf outfits trailing her, giggling like they’re in on the joke.
The “after-party” I heard some of the catering staff talking about must be starting.
This has to be it, her con’s in motion. Drugging him, cracking the safe or whatever she’s got planned is about to happen.
I nudge Black, who’s glaring like he’s ready to burn the place down.
“She’s moving,” I whisper.