Body Shop Repair (gxg)

Chapter 15

               Jeremy lived in a very nice townhome. I can say that because I was currently in it, sizing up the locked filing cabinet that was in the corner of his office behind a mahogany desk. He was making some pretty good money taking photographs to live in a place like this! The filing cabinet was a standard metal one with the little key lock on the top. Well, fuck you filing cabinet.

We'd parked outside of his house early in the morning. According to Izzy, he was always out by 7am to hit the gym before going to the office. That gave us plenty of time to bust into the filing cabinet and then grab anything else Izzy needed from her room before we headed back to the office, with a side trip to the coffee place that was a block over to get some untainted java.

But first, we needed the paperwork.

"You ready for this?" I asked over my shoulder.

Izzy put her crowbar on the desk chair, then covered her ears. "Ready!"

Once Izzy told me where the documents were stored, I knew we could get them. You could buy these filing cabinets at any store for under $100 and be happy. They were built to keep simple documents safe from people wandering through the office, and not someone determined to get into it. Say, someone with a ten pound sledgehammer, a crowbar and a pissed off attitude.

We'd picked up the hammer and crowbar at Home Depot along with a furniture dolly before we went back to the modeling agency, with a plan forming in my mind. I didn't fill Izzy in on the plan too much, but I hoped she'd agree to it easily enough. It was safer than the current situation, that was for sure.

When we got back to the agency, I took a shower, then let Izzy do the same. I didn't have any sleepwear, but I'd worn one of my cropped tank tops the day before and it was comfortable to sleep in along with my panties. Izzy couldn't speak for a while when she saw me in that and tucked her hands under her arms when she climbed into bed with me in her own tee shirt and sleep shorts. We'd brought her blankets, pillow, and stuffed turtle into the bed with us to make her more comfortable, but I guess my outfit panicked her a little bit.

"Izzy, you're allowed to snuggle with me. But if you don't want me to hold you, just tell me and I can put a pillow between us," I assured her as we lay under the covers. The bed wasn't huge, just a full size mattress on a simple frame pressed up against the wall, but she was so tiny that we had plenty of room if she needed space.

"Can you hold me maybe?" she asked, turning towards me and wiggling closer.

"Of course! Do you want me to spoon you?" I wondered while slipping one arm under her pillow, and draping another over her and pulling her into me.

"No, I want to face you. I want to be able to see you." She buried her face in my neck, her body pressed hard against mine till I could feel both our heartbeats hammering together. We were both nervous, but still trying it out. Her breathing was soft, ticking my clavicle, and I looked down to see her looking back up into my eyes.

"Is this better?"

She nodded quickly. "Do you think we could stay like this all night?"

"We can stay like this till we fall asleep, but we'll probably move about a little once we're sleeping and dreaming," I told her.

She pouted a little at the thought. "I want to wake up like this. I've never felt better than right now, and I don't want it to end."

I pressed my lips to her forehead, sliding my hand up to tangle in her wavy locks. "It doesn't have to stop. I think we have a lot of snuggles in our future."