Page 6 of Sugar Baby
“Let’s go through this plan one more time. Tomorrow at precisely 2.00PM, you will enter the bank and go directly to customer services. Then what?” I wait for her to pick up where I’ve left off.
“I ask them…”
“No!” I bark out. “Her accent. Stay in character now.”
She hisses at me, but I ignore her.
“Itellthem I want to empty my safety deposit box and produce the key and my ID. I follow them into the room where the boxes are kept and open up the box. Once the bank clerk leaves, I empty it and then return the box to its place. Then I leave the bank as quickly as possible, not talking to anyone else.”
“And what happens if they ask to speak to your father?”
“I assure them that is not necessary, but if they need to, they can go ahead.”
“Right. And Ben will intercept the call before it reaches Quinn. Hopefully, this is just a fail-safe and won’t happen. Don’t panic. Stay calm and bored-looking, but not impatient.”
“Got it.”
“What about her scent?” Gary asks, wrinkling up his nose at her lack of distinguishing scent.
“Here. Give yourself a liberal spray with this.” I reach out and toss the beta, a vanilla-based perfume with hints of caramel. “They won’t know the difference. It’s not like there are scent detectors.”
“Thanks,” Nat mutters, not happy to be reminded of her ‘normal’ beta status. She wants more than anything to be an omega and to claim herself an alpha—me to be precise. But I’m not interested. I’m only using her to get what I want, and what I want is in that safety deposit box.
“What about the key? Do you have it yet?” Nat asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“Ben’s working on it now. Nico brought the putty mould he made of it earlier. Your ID is ready to go. Make sure it’s got that scent on it as well. In fact, just spray some in the handbag. Not too much, but a spritz, yeah?”
She nods.
“Gary, will you get the ID from Ben and see how he’s getting on with cutting that key?”
The alpha nods and heads off, leaving me alone with Natalia. She gives me a sultry look and sashays her way over to me, leaning over the table with the plans on it to show me her cleavage. I glare at it.
“Sophia has more class than that,” I murmur.
“Ugh! Sophia, this, Sophia that!” Nat spits out in her native accent. “You are so obsessed with her. It’s a fucking turn off.”
I give her a level, icy, blue-eyed glare. “Who said I wanted to be a turnon?”
She bites her lower lip and slips around the table in front of me. “You know you want me when I look like this. Why fight it? Pretend I’m her; I don’t mind.”
I blink and take that self-degradation in with an inner shudder. “No, thanks,” I say and turn away from her.
She drops to her knees. “Fuck my mouth and then say that.”
I don’t like lies. This is a lie. But she is sanding down that last bit of restraint I’m holding onto. But I know taking Natalia will fall woefully short of the real thing, and I’m not putting myself through that. It’s all or nothing.
“Whipped,” she hisses and stands up when I do nothing. “I’m throwing myself at you, and you don’t even care enough to look at me!” She pouts, and I can see she is about to make trouble for me that I can’t afford.
I grab her wrist and pull her into my personal space, inwardly cringing from her closeness. I push her dyed hair back from her face and stare into her contact lensed green eyes. “I’m focused, Nat,” I murmur. “After the heist, we can be together, okay? I just need to keep my head.”
She gives me a suspicious glare, but when I increase the intensity of my heated gaze, she capitulates and runs her hand up my chest. “Promise?”
“Promise,” I lie. “Go and rest now. It’s a big day tomorrow.”
She blows me a kiss and saunters off. I watch her go and hope this doesn’t end with her screwing us over. She is a new recruit. She was brought in specifically after a nationwide hunt because of her bone structure which is so similar to Sophia Quinn’s. I pick up the photo again, but then Gary returns and places a brown envelope down in front of me on the table.
“What's that?” I ask, replacing the photo.
