Bad Decisions

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She took the weekend to relax, skipping all but one of
her workouts, which was yoga Sunday morning at her private gym, and then she scheduled a two hour massage afterward.

Come Monday morning, she was ready to hit the ground running, literally, as she did her usual run at the gym followed by weight lifting. She had given her body enough time to recover from her beat down on Friday night, and her muscles only cried in agony a little.

She was stepping through the office when Kate got her attention.

"Aurora! Good morning!" Aurora paused and turned, unused to Kate calling her by her first name.

"Good morning, Kate," she replied, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Thanks for getting me the car detail," she said sheepishly, standing with her hands clasped in front of her. "I really appreciate it. It's our only car, and it gets a lot of use."

Aurora only nodded her head. The car desperately needed a little TLC, so she hired a remote car detailer to go to their home and detail the shit out of it. And also to get out the smell of the inside should she need to borrow their car again.

"Of course," replied Aurora, and she waved her free hand nonchalantly. "You let me borrow it at a moment's notice; it was the least I could do."

She turned back to her office, but Kate stopped her again.

"Also, this was in the mail this morning," she said, grabbing an ivory envelope from her desk. "It has your name on it. Do you have a secret admirer?"

Aurora took the velvety soft envelope, and ran her fingers over it. She didn't even deign to answer Kate as she walked into her office, and spied her new bouquet of all white flowers with splashes of pink in them; roses, hydrangea, chrysanthemums. She sniffed the bouquet, set her stuff down, and opened the note up, her heart already hammering against her ribs again.

Did you think about me Friday night in bed?

Miss me yet?

Want me to come again to you?

-N

Aurora stared at the note.

It was still too early in the morning for her to have damp panties, but there she was, wet panties already because she was exchanging extremely flirtatious notes with the man she was tasked to kill.

And how did he even know she thought about him in bed that night? She had to pull out her vibrator and use it three separate times to even begin to work off the ache in her core he had left her with, and then twice again Saturday morning after she had woken up, and when she went to use it again Saturday night, she found the battery was dead, and had to use her hand like she was a plebian.

But she would never tell him that, would never have the chance to.

She threw the note and the envelope into her trash can, and logged into her computer. He was her enemy, afterall, and should be treated as such. So that meant no more cards, no more secret meetings, and definitely no more getting off to the idea of him fucking her.

Five minutes later, she pulled out the card and envelope, and slid it into her purse, right next to her wallet. She would need to find another magnet to hang it up on her fridge at home, next to the others.

It was truly pathetic of her.

The sooner he was a cold, lifeless corpse thrown into a pigpen, the better for her, and her vibrator.

Aurora logged into her database, and searched for the name that had come up when she found the Ducati's VIN, the one named Nicholas Ruffilo. After she started the search, the wheel spun for what seemed like an eternity, and then pages and pages of information popped up on her screen. There were no less than forty addresses in LA alone that were associated with him, hundreds more across the country; dozens of vehicles registered to his name, at least twenty phone numbers, and hundreds and hundreds of known associates, whether they be friends, family, or coworkers.