hardest of hearts,

Gost

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he was probably the only one in the entire population who had the ability to sneak behind her back without her noticing. if it had been anyone else, she would already be alerted and would probably smash her tiny mighty fist into his nose, or in some other highly essential part of his body. it certainly happened before. but no. she was still working her way through the security system with a tiny screw driver and a bobby pin. women. why are they always complicating so much? he'd been leaning on the wall for the last five minutes and had been staring at her ass for the last four. this formal wear dressing code definitely flattered her figure. oh yes, there she went, leaning a little bit further, making the view even more pleasant. ''i'm really proud of myself right now,'' he spoke up, probably not fully intentionally. ''someone should tap my shoulder or give me an award. i actually banged that,'' that smug tone found its way in his voice as he pushed his hands down the front pocket of his designer pants. the dude's name was galiano. at least that's what the blond chick at the boutique had been rambling about after they had a short making out session in the dressing room. ''anyhow, good to see you back, quinn bee. and already working? whoah, you truely are a wonder woman,'' he continued with an ease and made a few steps towards her, never looking away from her eyes. he stopped a few feet away from her and turned his gaze on the alarm she'd been setting apart (trying to set apart) for the last five minutes.

the wonderful thing about trinity quinn was... okay, there was no such thing. half of his lifetime she'd been a pain in his ass, and after that she'd been a major buzz kill, always messing up his business. if she could just stay away from his clients and away from his assignments. but no. she had to mingle in. she had to be here right now, trying to get into the bedroom he wanted to get in. there might have been one night of his poor judgment, when he started thinking with his dick and fucked her. but that was more than a year ago and luckily for them both, she vanished into thin air hours afterwards and only returned back into town some time this week. of course she still looked good, she always looked good. but he only had to remind himself that she wasn't worth all the trouble he would have to go through to get a taste of her again. okay. so she may be worth it but he didn't have the patience nor wish to get his ego stomped on. ''well, it's nice to see you again, trinnie. once more trying to play in the same sandbox as the big boys,'' he gently laughed and then stepped to the door, fishing a key out of his pocket and sticking it into the key lock. ''nice job with the alarm. the code is 3152,'' he smiled widely at her and pushed the door open. he's calling shotgun on that diamond necklace inside of the hotel room.

Gost

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Sometimes she truly hated being a woman. Not that it didn’t have many perks – but the damn dress she was wearing was so tight she could barely move, far less squat down as she needed to. So she was alternating between bending over and crouching, humming to herself slightly. It was her routine, what she needed to do to get herself in the zone. Her steady fingers were slowly working it’s way up to disabling the alarm when her heart stopped. She had one of those mini-heart attacks you get whenever, as a thief, you hear someone coming. But this time it was for another reason completely. It was him. She froze completely and took a few deep measured breaths before slowly turning around, facing him, yet still kneeling on the ground. “Vaughn. What a.. lovely surprise.” She managed and raised her eyebrows. “I see you’re still as gross as ever. Nice to see some things don’t change.” She muttered more to herself than for him and then turned around. “Now be a nice boy and scoot along, as you can see, the grownups are working.” Her heart was beating wildly as she presented him with her back again and proceeded to work. Why the hell was he here and how the hell did she miss him? She was so concentrated on her job she was oblivious to her surroundings. Not to mention he probably took every precaution to sneak up on her. She blew out an impatient sigh when she realized he clearly had no intention of leaving and spoke up again. Rolling her eyes she once again stood up and faced him. Of course, how typical. “Well aren’t you a clever boy. Seducing someone to get the information, yes I can see why you would think that’s more of an accomplishment than sneaking in, disabling the alarm and leaving unnoticed. How silly of me.” She added sarcastically and completely forgot to mention she would do the exact same thing if the mark was a man.

Once the doors opened she walked in determinedly and took a look around. It was a complete mess, clothes thrown everywhere, food and champagne on every surface. Trinity groaned inadvertedly and sighed. “Well, since you’re here, you might as well help. But the necklace is mine. I was here first.” She said pointedly and crossed her arms, taking a good look at him for the first time this evening. She was right before – he hasn’t changed. He was still the same out of this world good looking jackass as he was when they last saw each other. There was no denying she was attracted to him, who wouldn’t be? But she knew the consequences of her actions and she knew better than to sacrifice everything for a few minutes, okay hours – she had to give him some credit, of pleasure. Even if it would be mind blowing. And she knew from experience. Shaking her head she slowly took a look around and pursed her lips, trying to determine behind which of the paintings is the security safe. Finally she decided for the god awful painting of flowers as it was a tiny bit larger then the rest and carefully pressed into the frame, that as she expected revealed the safe behind it. “Charm your way into this one.” She murmured and fished through her purse for her lipstick and mirror, that were of course clever gadgets hidden into mundane objects. “So, Vaughn. How have you been?” She asked sarcasm dripping into her voice. “And while we’re at it, how’s your idiot brother doing?” Dramatically she hit her forehead with her hand. “Oh I can see why you could be confused, saying ‘idiot’ and ‘Montgomery’ in the same sentence can be confusing, as there’s so many of you. I mean the one dating my sister.” Her voice turned into venom as her hands stilled on the safe and her head swiveled around to the doors. “Someone’s coming.”

Gost

''gross? well, thank you. i guess it's good to know that you have no physical preference when it comes to the men you fuck with – gross or good looking, any will do?'' he laughed without a single bruise on his confidence. now that he came to think about, he never actually saw her with men if it wasn't strictly on duty. nevertheless it wasn't so strange, since she had a heart made of stone and showed even less emotions that a freaking street lamp. the lamp at least turned itself on and off, trinity was just always the same. except that night. ''however, i'm finding it hard to believe you actually think i'm despicable. you didn't seem to complain that night many many moons ago,'' he noted with a satisfied smile. it was easy to bring back to present all the tiny details of the event. how her nails scraped his back, how she eagerly tugged his shirt open, without patience to unbutton it instead. ''it's not really an accomplishment. it's just a proof that there are other ways beside failing at disabling the alarm when someone creeps behind your back and you only notice them after ten minutes and even then they have to announce themselves and it's not a matter of your intelligence.'' the doors were now wide open and the entrance clear. no one was standing in the hallway and in just a few minutes the necklace will finally be his. running into trinity on the job site always meant trouble, but this time he won't allow her to get her hands on his treasure. khem. the diamond treasure that is. ''and of course – i missed you to, babe,'' he said with a wink as he entered the room, quickly making notion of his surroundings and settling his gaze on the right painting. behind it there was a safe. but she acknowledged it first and so he stood by her side while she tried to unlock the thing. ''technically i entered the bedroom first. three hours ago when i fucked the owner. she seems like a quiet type... but in fact she's really loud. poor me, the things i do for my job.'' to be honest, sleeping with older women didn't bother him that much, except on occasion when he knew they were just plastic gold diggers.

he watched her as she tried to figure out the combination instead of just asking him and then his eyes rested once more on her bottom like back in the hallway. ''shit, that dress really does wonderful things to your ass, quinn,'' he sighed and maybe he would even pat the damn thing if it wouldn't mean risking a slap in the face. or worse. ''um, sorry. what did you ask?'' he looked up again, playing stupid, even though he heard her perfectly well. ''how i've been? never better.'' he knew she was back in town, but it was much better to see her in person – keep your friends close and your enemies closer. with the level of hatred that ran through their history he would have to keep her really close. and possibly naked. ''my idiot brother is still being an idiot. how are your sisters? i saw stella last night. she's got moves,'' that was probably a step too far. the youngest quinn earned her bread with dancing in a strip club. he didn't actually go see her. it was just a stupid idiotic remark to step on trinity's nerves. he slightly tensed at the sound of steps out on the hallway. ''someone is indeed coming and you're indeed breaking into the safe. i'm just an innocent by-stander.'' truth be told, if someone stepped inside it would be damn hard to explain themselves. he couldn't exactly charm a big strong muscled bodyguard. so they had to fool the incomer somehow. ''hm, someone's unlocking the doors. yayks?'' he continued, his brows raising up as he watched the entrance in the bedroom. the intruder will have to get through living room first, so they had thirty seconds at least. ''ah, for god's sake quinn, come here.'' without waiting for her acceptance he pushed the safe close and quickly put the picture back, then pulled the blonde towards him in a tight grip. he lowered himself, his hands gripping her thighs as he lifted the dress and hauled trinity up on the cupboard not very gently. ''grab on tight and unzip my pants, would you love?'' once again not waiting for permission his mouth closed over hers. shit, she still tasted divine. the person entering the bedroom will definitely get a convincing show, with her dress tangled around her hips, his pants unzipped and his boxers on display of an obvious evidence of how much a certain part of him actually likes trinity quinn.

Gost

“Oh please, how long are you going to keep throwing that in my face?” She let out a disdainful sigh and rolled her eyes. “Just because I let my bad judgment cloud my reason once and fucked you once, says nothing.” He really was the most despicable man, if only he wasn’t so handsome. I suppose that made it even worse, she thought sighing to herself. “I’m having an off night. Obviously. She muttered to him and crossed her arms in anger when they found themselves in the empty but dark room. For some reason it bothered her that he slept with another woman. She shook her head in amazement – he was Vaughn Montgomery for christsake, what did she care who he slept with. He was such a man whore, and it’s not like she was Mother Mary. “Hmmm, you think so?” She asked innocently and followed the curve of her backside with her hand, striking a provocative pose. “Take a good hard look pretty boy, that’s as close as you’re ever getting to it.” Her voice again turned into ice as she turned back to work and hummed quietly to herself. The melody was old and almost unrecognizable in her rendition but ‘slow rider’ has been her theme song since her first car heights and it stayed with her. Irritated she rolled her eyes at him at his answer. Of course he was great, what could be wrong with his perfect little life. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Typical.” Her arms clenched into fists at the mention of her sisters and she abandoned her work for a few seconds to turn to him fully. “You’re a sick bastard, you know that? She’s barely of age!” To say she wasn’t particularly pleased with her sister’s choice of profession would be an understatement, but she was the last the judge. What bothered her were sleazebags like him, getting the kicks watching her. She pointed her finger at him, her eyes shooting murder. “You ever come near her I’ll kill you in your sleep, got that?”

Fuck, fuck , fuck. Tonight really wasn’t her night. The footsteps were really approaching fast now, and she was a deer caught in headlights. It annoyed her Vaughn got it together much faster than she did, but she was still thrown by the fact he outsmarted her and by the sheer fact he was here tonight. Then all of a sudden things were happening really fast, her dress was around her waist and his hands were on her thighs. She found herself on the cupboard, all of Vaughn Montgomery between her legs. How familiar. And they were kissing, oh god they were kissing. It was amazing and awful at the same time. Trinity wanted nothing else but to rip his clothes off – and that’s exactly what she did. Her hands clasped around him and she murmured in approval. “My, my. Someone missed me.” She felt almost giddy and when she looked up in his eyes, hers were smoky with desire. Wrapping her legs around him she pulled him close, closing her eyes in ecstasy and let her hands roam free across his deliciously fit body. Finally the doors opened behind them but neither raised their hands and the intruder quickly closed the doors behind them. Probably mortified he ran all the way back to the lobby and for a few moments they stayed like so, in each others arms but as soon as they both realized danger was over Trinity coughed slightly. “As much as I’m sure you’d like to finish what you’ve started, there’s something sparkly waiting for me.” She pushed him away lightly, already regretting it as the cold breeze touched her body and hopped down from the cupboard, adjusting her dress so she was no longer showing her black thong. She coughed again, trying to compose herself and took a sideways glance at him, all tousled up with ‘fuck-me’ hair and satisfied grin, he look delicious. “Well, this was fun. Let’s not do it again anytime soon.” She muttered before heading back to the safe.

Gost

he knew better and that's why he wisely kept his mouth shut about her sister – and how she was old enough to work as a stripper, so it shouldn't be such a big deal if she would really be spending time with him. as in keeping him company between the sheets. but there was no way he was getting anywhere near another quinn... again. he wasn't his brother and he wasn't determined to patch the rough surface of their family's history. right now, he had a bigger problem of enormous importance to solve and he need to put up a convincing image of a man madly in lust with trinity quinn. her dress was ruffled around her bare waist and he had no time to gloat around the fact he was getting her out of her clothes one more time. there was no doubt she was attractive as fuck. no doubt she had the ability to send him into a frenzy, but it was all a nasty little secret of his. his mouth was covered with hers and closing his eyes, he admired the silky skin beneath his roaming hands. there was no need to take their clothes off, because the current scene was pretty much convincing for anyone who might stumble across them. no one would doubt this. the desire in their eyes was by far enough of a proof they were crazy about each other. or speaking in terms of reality – crazy because of each other. he roughly pushed her against the cupboard, groaning against her lips when she unzipped his pants and clasped her hands tightly around his cock. ''you shouldn't have done that, trinnie,'' he whispered along her jaw, part of her body that was now hungrily traced with his lips. he was acting like a mad man with absolutely no self-control.

it was impossible to stop at this point. he completely tuned out the closing of the doors, their surroundings. it was just him and her fucking hands wandering along his body like there was no tomorrow. she couldn't fool him now. perhaps she was a cold ice queen most of the time, but right now, she was hot and, shit, wet only for him. finally his senses kicked back in and he snapped out of this dizzy state. almost immediately he darted away from her, quickly tucking his shirt in, zipping up his pants and closing the buttons. fuck. this was messed up. ''trinity...'' he started saying as she shifted back into the full-bitch mode he was so familiar with. right now, he couldn't even walk straight and she was already going back towards the safe, which was a disaster, since he really needed that necklace. ''wait, please,'' his voice plausibly cracked in the middle and he prepared to show off some pretty damn amazing acting skills. he needed to mess with her head. ''why are you...'' he started off and cursed under his breath to appear more shaken. ''why are we doing this? the whole charade? pretending we aren't attracted to each other?'' his eyes got shut down with confusion as he carefully gazed away from her. ''because it's obvious we are. no point in denying it,'' he murmured softly and glanced back at her, making a few careful steps towards her, then raising his hand just to guide it gently across the bare skin of her arm. ''come on. you have to admit that with us... it's mind-blowing.''

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