She sighed again, leaning against her car. She had recieved her next mark from her boss and was waiting for him to show up. She had set up the perfect skint. She had her car rigged to break down on her, right where he would be driving home from work.

She had become quite an expert at the little game she plays. She got her mark, and studied them for a couple days, then she relayed the perfect trap to lure them into. Her boss seem very confident in her abilities and so did she.

She was wearing her favorite dress, her creamy yellow one that showed off all of her curves. It showed just enough to draw a man's eye. It also set off her illustrious, long, brown curls that cascaded over her shoulders and back and made her green eyes shine. She was sure to catch and keep the eye of her next target.

She moved into position when she saw his silver mustang in the distance. She was planning on taking the car once she was done. She turned around when she heard him pulling up behind her.

'Excuse me sir, can you help me?' She said, smiling sweetly.


She watched as Gabriel Maticello got out of his car. Like her, he did not hire a chauffer to drive him around, although he could obviously afford it. She learned that he liked the feel of driving a car as she studied him for that week.

She let her eyes wander, checking him out, and she saw him do the same, with a more appreciative eye. She saw men do this a thousand times, but she found herself blushing under his particular scrutiny.

He was quite a handsome man, she allowed herself to think. He was cleanshaven, and his hair was slightly disheveled, which only added to his allure. He had just gotten out of his job at his private business so his tie was off, probably lying in the passenger seat of his car. The top button of his shirt was undone, allowing her a glimpse of the vulnerable base of his neck. The shirt itself was straining slightly at his broad chest and shoulders.

'He is way too masculine for a desk job,' she thought to herself. He was rolling up his shirt sleeves, revealing his tan, slightly muscular forearms. A blush crept up her neck as she thought of those arms around her. She was suddenly aware that this job was not going to be as easy as the others.