Chloe paced while waiting for Eloy. Her irritation grew with every passing minute. Finally, she saw his Jeep creeping along her street, likely looking for house numbers.
She moved into the middle of the roadway and waved her arms over her head.
Apparently, he finally saw her and sped up to where she stood.
Give him the drawing and get him the hell outta here.
He pulled his car up to her and rolled down the window. “Hey, babe,” he said, leaning out for a kiss.
She drew back. “I thought you were in a hurry.”
“I’ve always got time to taste a little sugar.” He exited his Jeep, drew her to his chest, then put his hand behind her head to guide her lips to his.
Her stomach lurched with his manhandling, and she tried to pull away when he forced his tongue inside her mouth.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and held her at arm’s length. “What the hell is the matter with you?”
“I…I’m just worried my dad might see us.” She handed him the drawing she’d made.
Pulling the rubber band off the paper and unrolling it, he nodded in appreciation. “Nice. This is really good. I see you’ve marked the areas on the displays where the most expensive items are. How is it they’re all on one section of the display tables?”
“Mal and I pretended to look at things and then put the pricier things over to one side. Of course, the clerks might move them.”
“Smart! You’re a natural born thief,” he said, smiling.
Chloe didn’t smile. She sighed with the weight of how deeply she was involved.
“I’ll break my crew into groups and give them assignments. That way, they’ll get more quality merch, and be in and out before anyone can try to stop them.”
“You know, Eloy, I don’t think I’m cut out for this. And I—”
He looked at her with amazement. “What are you talking about? You’ve mapped things out perfectly. We should really make a haul off this job.”
“I’m glad you like it, but I can’t be involved anymore.”
His features hardened. “That’s mildly interesting, but I’m going to need you tomorrow when this boost goes down.”
Her heart hammered, and her cheeks heated as she shook her head. “I can’t. I won’t.”
“What do you think your neighbors and parents would say if fliers of you sucking my dick appeared in their mailboxes?”
She felt the blood drain from her face. “You wouldn’t.”
He tilted his head and arched his eyebrow at her. “Do you really want to test me?”