[FM] November - Complications.
Her knee is bouncing. Maybe it's the fact that her foot is arched up so high against the leg of the chair that the nerves are getting hit the wrong way at the ball of her foot. Still she's starting to wonder what the hell she's gotten herself into. Tensing up for a moment she hears his breathing hitch up a bit as he shifts in the bed that she was in until a few hours ago. She's not even sure why she's so damn nervous, it wasn't like she'd snuck into his house or anything. She was a welcome guest, more than just a guest too... and he knew that. She knew that too, but that was the part that had woken her up from a dead sleep and caused her to pace for a while before taking up the seat at his desk and watching him.
Trying to figure out what the hell she was doing in the spot she was in was the only thing on her mind even though when he had shifted in the bed the sheet had tugged down around his heel, exposing his back... which was a bit of a distraction. Tapping her fingernail to her teeth she wanted to focus on the issue at hand. She was in over her head. The long con was one thing, but this was merging and bleeding into actual feelings she was having and it was getting to be too much. What was supposed to be a few months of getting information and access to his accounts to clean him out and leave him high and dry was now... back burnered.
The worst part of it all was that she had the information. All of it. She had the routing numbers and the account access codes, she had the passwords and the maiden names. She even had the ISP for the Cayman account that she was pretty sure he thought no one knew about. She had it all on her secondary Blackberry. The one that was in the safety deposit box under her sisters name at the bank back in Los Angeles. It would take her only a few hours and he'd be wondering just how the hell he ended up so blinded by her.
But she couldn't do it. Sitting there knee bouncing with her fingernail tapping against her teeth... things had gotten complicated... and she hated it.
Trying to figure out what the hell she was doing in the spot she was in was the only thing on her mind even though when he had shifted in the bed the sheet had tugged down around his heel, exposing his back... which was a bit of a distraction. Tapping her fingernail to her teeth she wanted to focus on the issue at hand. She was in over her head. The long con was one thing, but this was merging and bleeding into actual feelings she was having and it was getting to be too much. What was supposed to be a few months of getting information and access to his accounts to clean him out and leave him high and dry was now... back burnered.
The worst part of it all was that she had the information. All of it. She had the routing numbers and the account access codes, she had the passwords and the maiden names. She even had the ISP for the Cayman account that she was pretty sure he thought no one knew about. She had it all on her secondary Blackberry. The one that was in the safety deposit box under her sisters name at the bank back in Los Angeles. It would take her only a few hours and he'd be wondering just how the hell he ended up so blinded by her.
But she couldn't do it. Sitting there knee bouncing with her fingernail tapping against her teeth... things had gotten complicated... and she hated it.