Taken by the Greek Billionaire(3)

She fantasized about him. Often. Too often. But then was it really a surprise? The moment she’d seen his picture something had jolted inside of her and though she’d managed to hide it from her sisters it had bothered her. Penny so did not want to be attracted to the man she was planning to thieve from. Not that he’d know. It wasn’t like she was even going to see him, but still it felt weird.

She sighed and tried to banish the image. Her mind refused to comply, locking instead on one shot she had of him leaving his office. His black, slightly curly hair had been tousled by the wind, a phone in his hand, a briefcase in the other…. The fact that he was hot was not in doubt. Everything about him screamed sex. His angular face, his chocolate eyes, not to mention a body that would make even Rachel weep. In all the pictures she had of him—and she had a lot—he wore business suits. They fitted to his lithe, muscular frame, making him looked powerful and imposing. Penny could well imagine what he would look like naked. Scrumptious.

Another sigh and she shook her head. The fact that he was a rich bastard couldn’t be doubted either. And rich men were always one thing above any other. Arrogant. And selfish, her overactive synapses piped up. Because how else could anyone make such huge amounts of cash if they weren’t?

Hot or not, selfish or not, in the end it made no difference to her mission, Penny thought as she placed her electronic lock picks into the bag, for the back door only of course. Demetrious’ safe would be a darn sight more sophisticated. For that she needed her tablet. Penny gently lifted the wondrous device, smiling now as she ran a finger along its black edge. She’d had to break into the local politician’s house to afford not only the device but the software it required to get around Demetrious’ system. Still he was corrupt, stealing money from the local residents who needed it a damn sight more than he did, and the tablet was a magnificent thing. She smiled again as she placed it alongside her more conventional tools in the waist bag.

“Picks, torch, tablet, laser….” She muttered off the list as she zipped the various compartments shut. Rachel had done something to minimize the noise of them being opened and Penny once again sent a silent thank you to the only one of the three of them that even knew how to thread a damn needle.

Once everything was shut up nice and tight Penny rocked back onto her heels, her bare feet digging slightly into her butt cheeks. It was time to get changed. She made her way into their bedroom with her waist bag in hand, hardly a distance; it was right next to the living area-come-kitchen. But then their whole flat could fit into Demetrious lobby, and as that thought burned her resolve increased.

She dropped the bag onto her unmade bed and walked precisely a step and a half to where three garment bags hung off the rickety wardrobe. Only hers held anything now. Lyra and Rachel had emptied theirs earlier in the day. Only she had to wait for night to fall before she could begin her mission. But hers would be over in no time, she thought, and the funds she secured would get the building they needed. After that it was up to her sisters to do the rest.

Penny unzipped the black garment bag and pulled out her bodysuit. Made of spandex, it molded to her lean frame. From ankles to neck it covered everything, leaving only her hands, feet, and face bare. There were other things in the garment bag for those though. She slipped off her jeans and tee, leaving just her panties on, then wiggled into the bodysuit. It was super stretchy and she pulled on the legs a little until it fitted her just right around her crotch.

A quick glance in the full length mirror next to the wardrobe to check everything looked okay made her smile slightly. “You look like Catwoman,” she said aloud, then almost laughed at her stupidity. Catwoman could do this job with her eyes closed. For Penny it was going to be a damn sight trickier.

She sat down on her bed to pull on her black socks and lightweight black sneakers—not laced of course. Slipping over trailing laces was a rookie mistake that Penny hadn’t made in years. The bottom of the bodysuit hooked over the sneakers, giving a seamless look, and Penny lifted each leg perfectly straight in front of her to put them in place. Once done, she clipped the waist bag over the bodysuit, where it hung perfectly just above her hip bones.

“Nearly there,” she muttered, straightening up. Next came the gloves. As thin as she’d been able to find, they would not impede her movements at all. Penny had sort of wanted leather, more because of the cool factor than anything else, but leather gloves would be asking for trouble. They would make her palms sweat and then she’d get clumsy. And clumsy meant one thing only…the wail of sirens.