Jaren Mathewson had been watching her for weeks. He wanted her. Needed her. A single meeting at the Golden Mare Casino in St. Louis had been enough for him to decide. He had to have her. Completely. Of course, his friends had already known what he was planning when he called them together. Hell, this wasn't the first time he had planned this particular kind of mission and most likely wouldn't be the last. If morality were an issue at first, the electronic deposit of ten thousand dollars into each of their bank accounts had erased it like so much chalk on a board. Eddie Adams was in charge of Supplies and Security and, as a obsessive techie, he was good at what he did. Then came Victor Cherevin, the Russian mechanic, was on Setup Detail and was good at what he did. Finally, Elmoira Caine, as Victor's fuckbuddy and business partner, was Transportation and was good at what she did. Typically, all they had to do was make sure everything was up to Jaren's standards, leave, and enjoy their earnings, though, sometimes, they liked to have a "piece of the pie" as it were. All Jaren had to do is get her to the pickup site at the agreed upon time. And Jaren, as all his friends agreed, was good at what he did...
The Grab
Alexa Hart was having an amazing time touring St. Louis. The history, the food, and the nightlife were intoxicating. Typically, she didn't do things like travel to previously unvisited cities on a whim, but with the betrayal of her former lover, she felt it was time to live for herself and not some spoiled, overgrown, frat boy who couldn't keep his dick in his pants long enough to zip up. She had done a complete overhaul, dying her auburn hair a darker, deeper red, wearing it down instead of in that tight bun she felt had had a part in declaring her ice queen of her law firm, changing her wardrobe from business suits to slinky dresses, complete with fuck me pumps and tacky earrings. She wanted to tease some body, get close to them, let them think that her ruby red lips would soon be doing something more than whispering seductively in their ear, then disappear without a trace. The very idea of it sent shivers up her spine. Perhaps it was projecting her problems and her, admittedly, not-yet-abated anger onto someone else, but at this point, she really couldn't care less.
Now, just because her fashion choices had taken a turn to the Slut Side, didn't mean she looked trashy at all. She had an awesome body and she knew it. Yoga, pilates, and daily jogging left her in the best shape of her life and, instead of drowning her sorrows in a pint or four of Ben and Jerry's Double Chocolate Brownie, she decided to feed her cockteasing side, ready piss off every guy she came across. And she was good at what she did...
When Jaren had first laid eyes on her, she was flirting with one of the bartenders, bent over the bar slightly, eyes heavy lidded, breasts pressed together on top of her folded arms, her finger caressing the stem of the wine glass beside her, slowly, seductively, her peach of an ass an enticing target to any that walked by. Jaren was already making calls.
"So, how old are you anyway?" Alexa asked her, clearly nervous, bartender. "You're cute, but you don't look like you're old enough to be serving drinks."
"Y-yeah, I get that a lot." He said, cleaning a glass for the fourth time, a fact that Alexa noticed and relished in. The bartender, a 19 year old Terrence Carter, was shaken by this beauty who had deigned to come speak with him at length about whatever seemed to pop into her head. "I'm nineteen. Yourself?"
"Don't you know it's rude to ask a woman her age, son?" Jaren said, sidling next to the stunning beauty that was Alexa.
"Yes sir! Sorry, sir!" Terrence said before hurrying to the other end of the bar, away from the temptress who seemed to want to eat him.
"Oh, poo. And I was so close to getting a few free drinks." Alexa sighed, turning her attention to the man who scared off her prey. He was cute. Chiseled jaw, adorably crooked smile, the perfect amount of cologne, and fit too.
'Who knows?' she thought. 'I might not be much of a tease tonight after all.'
"Well, there's still time. Should I call him back over?" Jaren said, grinning all the while.
"Oh no. You'll do fine..." she said, sipping at her Dom Perignon, looking him over. "So, who are you, Mr..."
"Mathewson. Jaren." He said, ordering a cognac on the rocks from one of the other bartenders. "And you?"
"Kelsey. Kelsey Jones." Alexa lied. A fake name should infuriate him to no end once he found out.
