Reckless

Five

We were still on the staircase, the twenty-third floor to be exact. Nineteen to go.  Awesome.

"We need to find a car, he's probably got somebody watching yours." He said still dragging me with him.

"You want to steal one?" 

"That's the plan. I'll drop you off at a hotel—you could register under another name, then I'll need to get to the airport." 

I faltered and looked at him wide-eyed, he really just wanted to leave me in some hotel right after he'd almost gotten me killed for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I laughed humourlessly.

"You're not dumping me in some hotel. You owe me so much more now by the way. Five hundred for the windshield, my glass window, my antique vase, totalling approximately four thousand. I plan to collect."

"And you'll get it." He grumbled.

By the time we had reached the garage, I was completely out of breath and leaned against the wall while he was peeping through the door.

"Okay, " He started. "I'll go first, and get the car and then you follow. Keep your head down." He pulled the gun out of his pocket and looked at it frowning. Hmm maybe he didn't like guns. He went through the door. Who was this man, I started to wonder as I watched him sneak around, was he a con-man, a victim maybe? Somehow I believed he was both and I was determined to find out why.

I watched as he pulled out a pocketknife and fiddled with the lock on the nearest car, then opened the passenger door. He must be good at breaking and entering. I crouched and moved toward the car quietly, he had moved to the driver's seat and was fumbling with wires under the dash. I climbed in. After about a minute, the engine roared to life. I wondered where he'd learned to do that.

"Hold on." He said before throwing the car into reverse and peeling out of the space. Soon we were at the entrance of the garage.

"So, which hotel?"

"Did you hear a word I said? I'm not going to a hotel. You are not leaving my sight, Wilson. Where you go, I go."

"I don't know how much time I have before they catch up." He said looking at the rearview mirror.

"What you don't have is any money, and if you want that plane ticket, you're going to need a partner too."

"Partner?" He mused. "I told you before, I don't do partners."

"Well you do now."

He was quiet for a few minutes, probably wondering why he didn't just take my purse and shove me out the car. But even he had to have known that he needed me. He sighed in defeat.

"How much money do you have on you?"

"A couple hundred, maybe more."

"Hundred? That won't get me anywhere." He kept a steady speed now.

"I don't like to carry a lot of cash," I shrugged and started digging into the purse I had managed to snatch from my apartment in the midst of all the chaos until I found what I was looking for. "Plus, I've got this." I said holding up a gold American Express card smiling.

He looked at it and then suddenly laughed really loud. I found myself chuckling along with him like a crazy person, laughing with a stranger I hadn't known for up to 24 hours who had almost gotten me killed, twice and counting. I had a feeling my life was about to take a very interesting turn and that it was because of Adam Wilson.

We continued to drive and after an argument about where to go, I had convinced him to stop at an inn that looked safe enough. It was the sensible thing to do, sort out the issue of passports before rushing blindly into the airport only to get caught. I decided to reach out to my contacts and try to sort everything out and he had decided to take a nap, which then lasted until the next day.

I had been on the phone for up to 45 minutes after waking up  and doing as much cleaning up as I could with no new clothes to change into. Giving the details to my contact and sighed as I hung up. At least I had it sorted. I walked back into the room, "Still in bed?" I said and walked over to the window and pulled open the drapes.

"You look like shit by the way." I continued and he just scowled at me. He looked tired,  with unruly hair and dark circles. 

"Do you ever knock?" I laughed.

"Not when I'm paying for the room," I said smiling slightly. "There's breakfast on the way." I said and sat at the bottom of the bed.

"Make yourself comfortable." He drawled.

"I got in touch with my contact, who also happens to be a good friend of mine." I said looking at my now chipped nails.

"Oh?" He said suggestively.

"Don't be a dumbass," I started when he grabbed my arm and pulled, probably just to turn me around but I wasn't expecting it so I tumbled half into his lap. "Its smart to have connections." I said with a small smile.

"Really?" He lifted me so my face was close to his, smiling slyly. I studied his features; well defined, with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones, eyes green as ever, and plump lips for a man. Not that I minded, in fact, I found myself wanting to kiss him. He looked rough and disheveled, how one would look after a night of wild sex. I wondered momentarily what he would be like in bed, rough as he looked I'd bet. He looked like he got his fair share of women. More than fair, actually.

I had been moderately active, sexually speaking that is. I just never really cared for it all that much. It had always been just a way for me to let off steam. Sex had been even worse with Ted, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly drew me to him in the first place but I was certain that it was nothing like what I was feeling right now.

"Well," I murmured, my hands moving into his hair and tugging softly, and watched as his eyes closed briefly and reopened, "He can get you a passport and visas for us both within twenty-four hours." His eyes widened a fraction.

"How?"

"Like I said," I said dropping my gaze to his lips, "Connections. And besides, what're partners for?"

He suddenly rolled on top of me, "How 'bout we find out, partner," He proposed.

His body was hard against mine. He was tempting, especially leaning over me the way that he was. I stared at him for seconds unsure how I wanted to play it until there was a knock on the door. His eyes shot up to the door warily.

"Breakfast." I reminded, pushing him off of me.