You wouldn't need to be here. He's a worker!"The waitress smiled and returned to the kitchen. Grandma and I laughed together.With a peck on my cheek, ...randma dropped me off at the Iron Shop."See you for dinner," she said as she put the car in gear. "And, don't forget, workout tonight!"I waved to her as she drove off.I spent the few remaining hours removing the two old front windows of the gym. If anything, it was the hottest day so far in the summer, and the sweat poured off me. Once I'd yanked. I went to the bathroom and he stayed out to get another drink. While I was on the toilet he came into the bathroom and called out for me. I responded and he began knocking on the door like a madman. When I unlocked it he busted into my stall, closed the door, turned around unzipped the back of his leather catsuit and sat on my lap saying "fuck me, c'mon". I wouldn't fuck him without a condom on and he insisted. "Give me a baby, I want to feel your cum pumping in me, get me pregnant". Even. The small jewellery case made me wonder, plenty of it but not expensive and most was rather gaudy. I had a suspicion that I may have come to posses the case of a working girl. Maybe she'd been working on holiday? No, it was clean, so, a foreign girl coming in to work in England? So my duty as a citizen was to report it immediately. Like hell, I began to suffer flashbacks. Flashbacks that haunted me still, every now and again I'd wake up sweating from a recurring dream. A dream that had never. “You texted me a hundred times,” he chuckled. “Only yesterday.”“Hey!” The feisty brunette shoved him, though there was an amused grin on her face as well. “Just saying, I can’t pull off a heist without my partner in crime, can I?”A nice, pleasant sensation coursed through Kieran’s body as he smiled. “Face it, Maddie, you’d be completely helpless without me to save your ass.”A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “Oh, sure, keep telling yourself that, buddy.”“Alright,” a strong, athletic.