‘I’m intrigued; the last three attempts on my life were much better funded and prepared.”
Dean knew that he had caught the hired man off guard (he had been hiding in the closet) by going about his own business (well, it was dinner time) even when said hired man had a sniper aimed at him.
Biting into his cheeseburger, Dean smirked at the handsome doe eyed dark haired man who appeared to be staring back at him. “You going to keep staring at me and expect me to read your mind or are you going to say something?”
The man appeared to be startled by that before he glowered. “Any last words?”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “You’re cute. Wanna go on a date?”
“I said you’re cute. Wanna go on a date?”
“Pfft. I am not cute… am I?”
“Sure you are. You’ve got the hair. Those eyes and that pout… and you’re kind of thick too.”
“Is that some kind of sex position?” Before the man could protest, Dean shook his head. “Listen. I’m done talking. You’re obviously hungry since it’s dinner time. Let me take you out for dinner and we can discuss how we’re going to fake your successful hit and split the money 50/50.”
“60/40 and that’s final.”
“Shit 60/40 and I expect third base at least by the end of the date.”
The dark haired man smiled, unspoken promises from that alone. “I think we can go further than that.”
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