Ryan was out with Isobel, sitting by Diego's Lake near her property. He had brought over his inventory photo book and was currently going over some of the pieces that his family had restored. He pointed to one. "This one's a rare one, some form of execution device. They would strap their victim down and inflict a thousand cuts, in which after, they'd put them in this cage to be strung up for the birds.
She shook her head, "how did you restore it and not mess up the... stains?"
He chuckled, "a lot of effort. To be honest the stains, while they were there, in the picture it's not original. We cleaned some of it up and basically repainted it." He crossed his legs. He could feel eyes on him but he didn't want to seem like he knew he was being watched. A playful idea popped into his head about what Indo would feel if Ryan casually draped his arm around his niece and bring her closer.
Isobel leaned against the tree. "I've heard about that. Quite a bit of others too about how they would slowly pull a man down to the tip of a triangular pyramid thing and slowly sink him lower." She looked away. "There's a family once. It's a story I hear quite often and I'm rather fond of it. This family had countless artifacts over the years, passed down.. everything from jewels to instruments of torture, to a ship that ended up being lost."
Ryan perked his head up at that, her words cutting into a fantasy of him, Indo, straps and a bed. "What kind of ship was it?"
"A Three-mast schooner"
Ryan let out a slow whistle. "How did she go down?"
Isobel looked down at her hands. "It started with a fire. Unknown cause and sh- the family they had to grab what valuable possessions they had and flee. That ship was packed. Along the Atlantic ocean, someone hit their ship. It went down."
Ryan heard some pretty awful stories in their business but hearing one about a potential sabotage, maybe one that wasn't even solved to this day could do him a lot of good. He scooched closer to her and crossed her leg with his own, causing her to look up."
"What did this ship look like? Did they catch who did it?"
Isobel picked a dandelion and placed it in his hair, "No. Besides, you might already have it in one of your museums."
He rolled his eyes, "They're not our museums. They're our clients."
"Surprised they haven't been broken into yet. There's a group that's breaking into them, stealing valuables that were supposedly on the ship." Isobel moved his leg and got up. "Think it would be in your best interest to find out what museums have what. Next time you come over, I'll go ahead and bring what little paperwork I have on it."
Ryan frowned, and realized what she might be offering. He stood up, "Your aunt's business could prevent that. Security equipment right?"
She smiled, and picked up a pebble, skipping it along the water. "Maybe. Maybe I just want information." She smirked and kissed him on the cheek. "For now, thank you for the lovely lunch. I have to get back or this damned weather is gonna make my hair frizz up. Let me know though yeah? We can match inventories to articles?"
Ryan managed not to flinch at the kiss. "Um.. yeah, that'll be cool." He picked up his book and took her hand, kissing the back of it. He hoped Indo would see that.
"Thank you. I know you're just as eager as I am." She smiled and started walking off.
He looked at the water, wondering why she wouldn't jump at the idea of having these items protected even though she was completely invested in this case. Should he tell his family about these supposed break ins? Shaking his head, he started back up the trail lost in thought and even admittedly a little sad at the chance he'd have to give up what Indo offered. Speaking of that, it's been a full week since he heard from him. Indo was strictly business around him and even though it was hot as fuck to see, Ryan had yet to see if he'd own up to what he said. That's why he pushed him today and he hoped it'd pay off. The last thing he wanted was to kiss her. Ryan shuddered.
Before he could head back around to the front of the property, one of the security teams stopped him. "Indo wants you to see him in his office please." She even smiled as she said it, which wanted to make Ryan smirk. He nodded and followed her through a series of hallways and doors before knocking on one and opening it. "He's here, Sir."
"Thank you, bring him here and leave us."
She led him inside and shut the door.
Ryan took the chance to look around his office. It was nicely spacious with a window overlooking the garden out back and Ryan could see the hint of water before Indo drew a deep blue curtain closed. So he did see it. Excellent. Indo had a fancy computer on his desk, mahogany wood everywhere and an AC clicked on.
"Front of the desk with your hands on top."
Ryan blinked, startled, "Sorry?" Indo wore a black shirt that showed off his muscles with a few buttons undone and Ryan wanted to undo the rest with his teeth so badly. Sink to his knees...
"Desk. Front. Now."
Ryan could feel himself getting hard and made no effort to hide it as he went to the desk.
