Chapter 4

Dean (YES DEAN'S!! :D) POV

As I groggily open my eyes, peeling the linen sheets from my skin, I look at the clock. It's 7:35 pm. I look over and see Sam sleeping next to me. He's got a pillow cuddled into his arms and that adorable half contemplative expression on his face that people get when I guess they're dreaming. You know, now that he's asleep, and not shooting off offensive and annoying comments every four seconds, I notice how he doesnt really look like a bastard. Like with some people, they just look like assholes. But he doesn't. Besides the fact that he happens to be totally beautiful, but whateves.

He turns away from me, murming something in his sleep, and I take the opportunity to slowly slip out of the bed. Once free from the soft warm bed, I pull on some clothes and slowly creep towards the door.

I need some coffee and I need to talk to Harmony.

Two dropped phone calls (damn you, AT&T!) and a taxi ride later, I'm sitting at one of the half a million starbucks in town with a warm frothy chai in front of me. A few minutes later, in walks Harmony, totting a canvas laptop bag and a rather expectant expression.

"Did you get the floor plans of the Duke's mansion?" she asks.

Okay, stop.

I want you to take all your conceptions about me, all that you think you might have come to understand, and throw it all away. Because I'm not who the Duke or Sam or anyone think's I am.

Harmony isn't either.

We're both world class Jewel Theieves.

Kitschy, right? But it makes bank.

So fastfoward to right this second and reexamen that question Harmony just asked. Now let's put it into prespective. When I arrived in this town, my job was layed out simple. Get close to the family and figure out where all the really nice shit is hidden and what's the best way to get to it. Harmony and her team would do the rest. My job is almost the most important. You see, I'm really good at it. That's why I don't even need to be involved in the actual event of the stealing. As soon as I turn in the plans, I can hop on a plane to Mexico and receive my check in the mail. Sweet, right?

Now the kid. Sam. This could cause complications. Unnesiary attachments can cause some loose strings that can really fuck the situtation all up. Besides the fact that the kid was a totally surprise. Harmony forgot to mention that the Duke had a rather attractive son who just happened to bat for a rather unexpected team in her breifing. She's always doing shit like that. It's like she's so enamored about the job that all the other details are irrelevant. Even when she has the money, all she's thinking about is the next job. She's like...asexual or something.

"Not quite. But I'm working on it." I reply evasively, taking another sip of my chai. Harmony can be a bit overly obsessive, not good to give away too much information. Espeically the whole "fucking the target's son" thing. She wouldn't understand. Like I said, asexual.

"Report back to me when you do, then." she replys, turning away to take out her computer and start tapping rapid fire. That's all the goodbye I'm going to get, knowing her. Real warm housewife she's going to make someday. But she's a good kid. Besides the whole armed burgalary thing, but, hey, nobody's perfect.

Once I finish my drink, I head out the door onto the crowded street outside. I'm going to have to head back to the mansion. Probably do some research in my room. And if Sam happens to be there--all post-sex ruffled hair and naked in my bed-- it's just buisiness.

Uhh..yeah definitely just .

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"Oh hey, what are you still doing here?" Sam asks, rolling over and rubbing his eyes. He blinks a few times, his eye's adjusting to the lamp in the room.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? This is like my room, dude. It's where all my shits at." I reply, swiveling in the [nice, swively, expensive] chair to face him. He sits up in the bed, the moonlight that's coming through the window highlighting his skin in a truth be told pretty sexy way. Let's just say, if I wasn't worried that Harmony would castrate me if I didnt get the plans done I'd be taking advantage of his naked-in-my-bed-ness right now. But I am, so damnit it I need to concentrate! I swivel back and try to refocus on the numerous files blinking on the screen in front of me.

"It's just that most guys...uh nevermind. So it's only like 8'o'clock man and I'm still in the house. This is a problem. Do you want to go get some drinks or something?" he asks.

"Uhhhh...dude I've got some shit I gotta do. You know, army stuff. But maybe I'll catch up laters?"

"Oh yeah, sure that'd be cool" there's almost a disappointed edge to his voice. I'd feel bad except I really like my cock. I hear him rusteling around, searching for his clothes which managed to find themselves in every possible place around the room. After he clasps his belt he opens the door, slipping out into the hallway.

Finally, no distractions.

Why am I not happy about this?