After the Heist

The fake date

Daphne's POV:

I had no idea what I was going to talk about with Claude, I don't even know why he agreed to see me tonight. He probably knew that I was aware he tried to incriminate me, is this a trap?
I knocked on his front door slowly hoping that somehow he wasn't going to be home - even though we agreed to meet at this time.

"Welcome Daph," he says as he holds my hand guiding me towards his new apartment.
"I like your new place," I say nervously as I walk in.
He led me to his white couches overlooking New York City, and we sat down. On the table, there were two wine glasses already served, and a plate filled with different sliced cheese.
"What happened to your last apartment?" I ask him out of curiosity.
"I didn't want it anymore, the police had destroyed it. Being there brought me bad memories."
"That sucks."
"It does. I really loved that apartment," he replies, seeming fully disappointed. "Why are you here Daph?"
"Do you want the honest answer or the answer you would expect?" I reply.
"I know you know I told the police about your fingerprints." He says candidly.
"I don't care," I say while placing the wine glass down on the table.
"Then why are you here?" He says, copying my movements.
"Sex, that's it," I say walking towards him. He opens his legs, ready for me to come on him. This was disgusting, I hated myself but I had to. It is a sacrifice I had to make in order to save myself from going to jail.
I was sitting on his lap, his hands rubbing all over my naked body. As he took off his pants, I was able to see the key fall from his pocket as he dropped his pants on the floor. This is the only opportunity I would get.
"Why don't we go to bed?" I whisper in his ear.
"Okay princess," He replies standing up. As soon as he turns his back from me, I bend over, grab the key and place it inside my bag. I can't believe it was so easy. We head to his bedroom, and as soon as we walked in I could see the camera on the right side of his room.
"You know I was thinking.." I begin as I get on top of him. "Why don't we film ourselves?"
"Having sex?" He asks, turned on.
"Yeah," I whisper to him. "I can see you have a camera in your room, let's make the most of it."
"God you're hot," he replies while touching my chest.
"What camera number is it?"
"Why does that matter?" He asks while kissing my lips. A horny guy is a stupid guy. They are not thinking straight, all they want is the sex.
"I want to know what quality we will be filmed in," I reply while touching him. He moans.
"It is  043051004," he replies while moaning. I instantly make a permanent note in my memory.
"Perfect, you are perfect," I said while kissing him. I couldn't believe how easy it actually was. He is so stupid. All I had left was to remember those 9 numbers.