This Is War - Chapter 37 - The Getaway
“Nope…no way.” I said. Chastity’s idea for the prank was insane.
“Oh come on,” protested Chastity. “It’s perfect! Just imagine the look on his face…”
She had a point. If we did it right, it would be priceless. But executing it to perfection wouldn’t be easy. “Even if I agreed to do this, how could we set it up in time?”
“Don’t worry about that. I put things in motion twenty minutes ago.”
“What?! But that was before you even told me about it.”
“Yup. I knew you’d come around.”
My heartrate doubled. This is really happening. Shit! “I don’t know. Are you…” I stopped midsentence when something caught my eye. “Hold on. I think someone is climbing out a window.” I squinted to get a better look. Some dude in a tux was climbing down three stories worth of ivy.
“Well that’s amazing,” replied Chastity. “Guess he didn’t like his swap partner.”
Another guy popped his head out of the window that the first guy had just climbed out of.
“Oh my God,” I said. “Now there’s a second guy.”
“What? Yes! Tell me everything.” Chastity sounded so excited.
“Okay…so the second guy is yelling something. And now he’s climbing out the window too!”
“How far down is the first guy?”
“About halfway. But…oh wow. He just jumped. I’m pretty sure he just shattered both his legs. Wait, no. He did some sort of ninja roll and now he’s back on his feet.”
“Please tell me you’re filming this.”
“I would, but I’m talking to you. Now the guy is running towards me.
The other guy is still struggling on the ivy.
He totally sucks at climbing. But two security guards just came around the corner.
The first guy has a decent lead though. Wait a second…
” He passed under some floodlights, giving me my first look at his face. “Oh my God. Is that Cole?!”
“WHAT?!” shrieked Chastity. “Well, I guess that’s good news. At least he didn’t want to hang around after he got his revenge bang on Kat.”
“Go, go, go!” yelled Cole. He was waving his arms frantically. The lights on his Ferrari blinked as he unlocked it from the edge of the parking lot.
“Gotta go,” I said to Chastity. I jumped off the hood and climbed into the passenger seat.
Cole arrived a second later and slid over the hood like a total boss.
I leaned over the center console and threw his door open to hasten our getaway.
I wasn’t thrilled that he’d used me to get with Kat, but I didn’t really want to be captured by those armed guards either.
Half the cars in the lot were parked in by other cars. But by some miracle, ours was right at the very edge. It was even facing the exit. Cole floored the gas and sped down the road towards the main gate.
The guard there stood in our way with his hands up. Cole didn’t slow down. Or give any indication that he planned to go around him.
The guard raised his gun.
“Cole!” I screamed.
He still didn’t slow down. I thought for sure the guard was going to open fire, but instead he dove out of the way at the very last second. The wooden bar behind him did nothing to stop us either - it just shattered into a million pieces as we sped through it.
“Wahoo!” yelled Cole. “We did it!” He raised his hand for a high five, but I left him hanging. I didn’t know where that hand had been. But I had a pretty good guess. Which was why I definitely did not want to touch it.
“I hope you found what you were looking for,” I said.
“I did. Wanna see?”
Ew. Had he filmed his sexcapades with Kat? “No thanks. Was that Kat’s husband who was chasing you out the window?”
“Yeah. Tom apparently was not very pleased that I’d stolen from him.”
Well that was a weird way to talk about banging someone’s wife. Especially at a swinger party.
“Speaking of Tom…” said Cole. “What were you doing sitting out here? You were supposed to be distracting him!”
“Sorry,” I said. “He’s not really my type.”
“Right. But you were still supposed to distract him. Didn’t you remember the plan?”
“Ummm…”
“Damn it! You were asleep on the ride over, weren’t you?”
“Maybe.” Oh my God. Had I really agreed to distract Kat’s husband in a wife swap so that Cole could get his revenge bang on? Even worse, it meant that he’d been planning that from the start. When he’d given me the dress. And asked me out. The dancing had seemed so genuine, though. And that kiss…
I shook my head. I was such an idiot. Or was Cole just a total asshole? Yeah…he definitely deserved the prank coming his way.
“So I guess we’re not really boyfriend and girlfriend, huh?” I asked.
“That depends.” He raised his eyebrow. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“Excuse me? Did you seriously just ask me out five minutes after climbing out of your childhood crush’s bedroom?”
“Technically not. Her husband chased me all around that damned mansion thanks to my partner abandoning me halfway through our mission.”
“Oh yeah, all of that was totally my fault.”
“Eh, I forgive you. If anything, the chase afterwards just made it that much more thrilling.” He turned and gave me his cockiest smile.
Ugh, gross! Time to teach him a lesson. “You know,” I said. “It’s a real shame that I’m not really your girlfriend. Because if I was…” I rubbed my hand along his thigh. “Then we might have been able to have some fun on the car ride home.”
His knuckles got white as he tightened his grip on the wheel. “Wouldn’t that violate the promises I made?”
“Hmm…let’s see. I don’t need to get naked to give road head.
And if I asked you to, I could make you whip your cock out right this second.
So no, I don’t think you’d be breaking your promises.
” I gave his thigh a squeeze and then pulled back.
“But like I said, I’d only do that if I was really your girlfriend. ”
He shifted in his seat to try to hide the erection tenting his tuxedo pants.
“God, I’m so horny tonight,” I said as I twirled a strand of my black hair. “First I had to watch that spit roast, and then I saw you escape from those armed guards like you were 007. What are you doing to me?”
He swallowed hard and stepped on the gas.
“Oh well.” I pulled my phone out of my clutch and scrolled through my texts, pretending to ignore him. The longer he had to stew in his horniness, the better.
After a few minutes, I finally put my phone away. “You know what…screw it. I can’t take it anymore.” I pulled my hair into a messy bun. Just as I leaned over to unzip his pants, a siren blared behind us.
“Oh shit,” he muttered, pushing me back to my seat.
I looked in the side mirror and saw the red and blue lights.
Oh shit is right.
I immediately started panicking as Cole slowed down and pulled to the side of the road.
And then a thought occurred to me: If we were at a swinger party and Tom had willingly switched keys with Cole, then why had he chased him out of the house?
The answer, of course, was that Cole hadn’t just stolen Kat’s body. He’d stolen something else.
I’d been wondering how the Society liftman was able to afford a Ferrari. Now I think I had my answer.
I just wished I had realized it before I’d become his accomplice in a heist.
“Cole,” I said. “Did you take something from Kat’s house?”
“Just be cool,” he replied. “I’m sure this is just a routine traffic stop.”
The officer tapped on the glass with his nightstick.
Oh God. Here we go.