Scenario:A young, successful and sexy woman brings a man, who is much older than she is, to her apartment. He thinks she is trying to seduce him, but when he approaches her she rejects him. He flies into a rage and kills her. Or so we think.
But later it becomes clear that she is not dead, and that the two of them staged everything to deceive someone.
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A young, successful and sexy woman brings a man, who is much older than she is, to her apartment. He thinks she is trying to seduce him, but when he approaches her she rejects him. He flies into a rage and kills her. Or so we think.
But later it becomes clear that she is not dead, and that the two of them staged everything to deceive someone.
Allison Harland
She is a young woman who works in a law firm. She is clever,resourceful,and independent. Allison plans and executes a deception with her boyfriend,resulting in the law firm's boss being drugged and robbed. She and her boyfriend stage their own murders to avoid suspicion. Her intelligence and quick thinking help them escape complex situations and deceive those who are after them.
Boyfriend
He is Allison's boyfriend and partner in crime. He is impulsive,aggressive,and determined. Impulsive behavior leads to a violent outburst when rejected by Allison,but he quickly regains composure to help plan and execute their escape and deception plan. His aggression sometimes puts Allison at risk,but his overall actions are instrumental in achieving their goal of avoiding law enforcement.
Caleb
He is a friend of Allison's boyfriend. He is supportive,cautious,and strategic. Caleb helps Allison and her boyfriend by providing them with a new identity and resources to start fresh. He warns Allison about Caleb's exwife,who is trying to find him through social media. Caleb's caution serves as a reminder to stay vigilant and strategic in their new situation.
He thinks I’m trying to seduce him.
I can tell by the way his eyes rake over my body as I pour him another drink.
Seduction is my plan, but not in the way he thinks.
I need something from him, and I need it badly.
Getting it will depend on how well I can manipulate him.
Seduction is one of my many talents, and I’ve perfected it over the years.
I can get any man I want, whenever I want.
Most of the time, it’s worth it, but sometimes, like now, it feels like a dirty little secret.
I watch as he takes his drink and throws it back in one go.
Not many people can do that like it’s nothing.
He’s a big guy, older than me by at least twenty years, and he looks every bit of that age right now.
"Another?" I ask, and he nods, his eyes never leaving my body.
I pour him another drink and walk over to the window.
The city lights are on full display tonight, and I press my hand to the glass.
"You have a great view," he says from behind me.
I turn and smile, my eyes locking with his.
"Yeah."
He walks toward me slowly and then stops right behind me.
I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
I feel his presence looming behind me, his breath hot on my neck.
The city lights blur through the window as I grip my glass tighter, counting the seconds.
His hand reaches for my waist, but I pivot sharply on my heel, creating distance between us.
His face contorts in confusion as I move to the kitchen counter, setting down my drink with deliberate slowness.
The ice cubes clink against the glass.
He follows, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor.
I notice his fists clenching, unclenching.
The muscles in his jaw twitch.
I grab a bottle of wine from the counter, pretending to study the label while keeping his reflection in my peripheral vision through the kitchen window.
His footsteps grow heavier, closer.
I pour another glass, my hands steady despite the tension building between us.
When he reaches for my shoulder, I pivot away again, maintaining the calculated dance of attraction and rejection.
His breathing becomes labored, face reddening with each denial.
I notice his pupils dilating - the drugs are taking effect.
Moving closer to him now, I watch his movements become sluggish, his anger giving way to confusion.
I guide him back to the couch, his steps unsteady.
He sinks into the cushions, and I sit close beside him, stroking his arm gently.
His head lolls to one side as I continue to touch him.
My boyfriend watches from the shadows, ready to intervene if needed.
He’s been there the entire time, but he stays hidden until it’s absolutely necessary.
I lean forward, whispering in my target’s ear, "It’s okay. It’s going to be okay."
His eyes struggle to focus on me.
He tries to speak but only manages a few muffled words.
I nod and smile, continuing my soothing whispers.
I wait a few more minutes before asking him anything.
I want to make sure the drugs have taken full effect.
"Tell me about your family," I ask, leaning closer.
His head rolls toward me, his eyes unfocused.
"My wife left me," he mumbles, his words slurred.
"I’m sorry," I say softly, stroking his arm again.
"I’m alone now."
He sighs heavily, his chest rising and falling slowly.
"It’s okay," I whisper again, leaning closer this time.
My lips brush against his ear as I speak.
"You’re not alone anymore." His eyes flicker open and shut as he tries to focus on me again.
He reaches out with one hand and grabs my wrist, holding it tightly for a moment before releasing it again.
I move even closer now, our bodies almost touching as I lean against him on the couch.
My hand rests on his knee, and he doesn’t pull away.
