"Would you like to…come home to my apartment?" Arthur asked her. She smiled flirtatiously.
"…No I`m fine~." She kissed him and slipped him her false cell phone number. All of the girls had two. One for the men, one for business.
"Are you sure? I could show you a real good time." He winked. He actually was very attractive. Despite the overly large eyebrows.
Fleur giggled. "I doubt you could keep up with me."
"Well then I`m anxious to prove you wrong."
"Can I have your number? Perhaps I could come over sometime later."
"If I feel like it I`ll call you." He was a tough game player. No doubt thinking he could be a one night stand.
"Very well then, shall we dance? That is if you can handle the alcohol enough to stand." She smirked, on her third, what appeared to be alcoholic but wasn`t drink. The bartender was familiar with her work. She had done a job for him once and whenever she ordered a jack and a coke it was simply the coke.
"Of course I can." She let him put his hand around her slender waist. "So where are you from with a bloody accent like that?"
"Oh I was born in Seychelles but when I turned thirteen I moved to France and when I turned eighteen I moved to America on my own and I have been living here ever since."
"How old are you now?"
"Twenty-one. Where might you be from?"
"I was born and grew up in London only moving here when my family got tired of the rainy climate. It gets too bloody hot here for one."
"But it seems you`re in search of a hot night yourself." She giggled grinding against him.
"Not in search. But they are always nice am I wrong?"
"Not at all." She kissed him. Fleur took hold of his coat, slipping one hand into his inner coat pocket she pulled out his PDA. Slipping it behind her into Elizaveta`s passing hand she smiled breathlessly. "I am very sorry. You seemed so…fuckable. But as we`re in public…" She winked.
"Then why don`t we get out of public?"
Fleur pretended to consider it. "Perhaps another time? I`ll meet you somewhere tomorrow night…"
"Alright. Meet me outside this club 11 o`clock sharp tomorrow night."
"Works for me monsieur. See you then." Fleur broke away from him and met Elizaveta in the black car waiting out front. "Anything good in here?"
"Everything we need to get started. The man is extremely organized seems to keep his whole life in here."
"Perfection~" Fleur squealed as they were off.
The two girls examined every feature of the PDA. Elizaveta was excited when she saw our victim and our customer had a long lasting relationship that ended rather abruptly and badly. Fleur smiled when she finally found his phone number and address. This man may be the chase of her life. Or he could just be waiting to crumble into her fingertips. Only time will tell.