The only thing distracting enough to pull a man's attention away from his belongings is a woman's body, which is why I was so proudly gifted with perky breasts and the utmost seductive blue siren eyes- and hands crafted by the devil to steal. I'd like to think I'm the second Marilyn Monroe, I could never be the first - she will always be the most gorgeous woman in my perspective.
I flip my hood over my head right before I place my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. I look up to see a tall and muscular man - 40 feet away from me - parading his way through the mildly full sidewalk of people. He's certainly dressed to impress, I can't see his face, but it's obvious it's chisled as if he were a Greek God sculpture.
I shake away the impressed expression on my face and form a plan in my brain while closing the space between us. I accidentally bump into him. Within seconds, he turns to glare at me, towering over me.
Black hair with almost gray eyes, that chisled face and slim lips. He's so addictive, just like the scent that I'm greeted with - Dior. He isn't like the other men I've stolen from, there's something about him that I can't quite figure out - almost dark but gentle."Oh my God, sir, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking."
He stares me up and down just as I'd hoped. With one swift move, his wallet is within my grasp and placed into my pocket.
My eyes widen to his scent, nearly going feral. He notices my pause, he looks as if he wants to smirk at my reaction. He opens his mouth to speak, the words flow out of his throat with a slight rasp but deep and calming."It's alright love, just watch where you're walking next time."
He has the same look on his face that I did when I first smelled him, almost feral.
I stare at him with the triangle method and ignore the butterflies my uterus just gave me. I nod before walking around him, his gaze following me as I leave the conversation. I can't say it was awkward since it wasn't, it was...flirtatious.
I slip his wallet out of my pocket and open it up. He's got 800 dollars cash and a somewhat large coin with an inscription written - Van Buren.
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Picked My Heart
RomanceEvelyn - a small-town pickpocket, steals something she shouldn't have.