Poor Little Rich Kids: Stealing Back Our Inheritance (A Taboo Erotic Romance)

Chapter 5

We spent the evening sitting on the bed and eating the world's greasiest pizza straight from the box, working out all the details of our plan and drafting the ransom note on a Motel 6 notepad we found by the phone. When it came to the specifics, we decided not to reinvent the wheel.

"How are we going to get the money?" Eva asked around a decidedly unladylike bite of pizza.

"We've got the blueprint right here," I said, gesturing to Dumb and Dumber still playing on the television. "We tell Dean to put the money in a briefcase and bring it to JFK. We'll do it when there's lots of people in the airport so our guy can get lost in the crowd right after the pick-up."

"And who's our pick-up guy?"

"What about Tyler?" I asked, thinking of my friend who had taken us in on our first night after getting kicked out of Dean's house. He'd need a cut of the money for his trouble, of course, but he'd always been ready to help me out as long as I made it worth his while. "Your dad's never met him before, so it won't set off any alarm bells. Plus I could go to the airport with Dean to keep an eye on the situation and make sure everything goes according to plan, then I'll meet up with Tyler right after to collect the briefcase."

"Okay," Eva said, but her face was clouded over with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"Is that it? He just hands over the briefcase and then it's all over?" She asked. "How's he going to know I'm okay?"

"You were never in danger," I reminded her.

"But he doesn't know that."

"You just want daddy to come rescue you," I chided her, but I had to concede that she had a point. In every kidnapping movie I'd ever seen, there was a big emotional payoff at the end. "Fine. Tyler will give him instructions about where to find you when he takes possession of the briefcase."

Then, because I sensed an opportunity for some fun, I set down the remains of my pizza slice and grabbed Eva by the hand, pulling her off the bed and leading her to the little hallway beside the bathroom, right in front of the door.

"But if he's going to come here and rescue the damsel in distress, we'll have to make it look convincing," I warned her, yanking on her wrist to make her drop to her knees. I paced slowly around her and the way she looked up at me, her eyes following my every move, put me very much in the mindset of a ruthless captor. "Tyler will give Dean your room key and tell him where you are. Dean will rush straight over and find you right here, on your knees with a gag in your mouth and your hands tied behind your back."

The mental image was starting to make my cock twitch in my pants, so went back over to the bed, snatching up the notepad and tearing off a fresh sheet to write the final draft of the ransom note. I cleared my throat and said, "Anyway, we'll have to get some rope, or maybe just tear up one of the towels from the bathroom."

Eva got up from the floor after a moment, confused by my sudden change of direction, and rejoined me on the bed. With the exception of the night I spent in Sasha's bed, my regular pursuits of the opposite sex had been interrupted by our present situation, and I knew that spending the night with my stunningly beautiful stepsister in the motel's single queen-sized bed was going to be challenge enough. I didn't need fantasies of her tied up in front of me making her even more difficult to resist.

"How does this sound?" I asked, trying to subtly inch away from her when she rested her chin on me to read over my shoulder. I switched the little golf pencil provided by the room into my non-dominant hand and started to write as I recited the note aloud. "'We have Evangeline. Put one million dollars in unmarked bills in a briefcase and bring to terminal seven at JFK Airport at six p.m. sharp. No cops.'"

"Don't you need a ticket to get that far into the airport?" Eva asked, reaching for the little stack of bills on the night table that was left over after we'd paid for the pizza. She counted through it and said, "I don't think you can fly anywhere for thirty-four dollars and twenty-seven cents."

"Tyler can buy a ticket to Bumfuck, Idaho or someplace cheap and we'll reimburse him once we get the briefcase," I said, tearing out the page and stuffing it into a small Motel 6 envelope that I found next to the Gideon bible in a drawer beneath the phone.

Eva closed the pizza box and crammed the remainder of our meal into the tiny mini fridge on the floor, then she took off her dress and crawled beneath the stiff duvet cover in just her panties and bra. There was nothing left to do but fold my khakis and my Ralph Lauren sweater delicately on top of my poor, soggy loafers, then climb into bed beside my step sister. I'd be lying if I said I slept well, or that I didn't have a hard time hiding the raging hard on I developed when she rolled over in the middle of the night and draped her arm over me.