Steal Me (Short Story)

by Folsom, Tina

  Thomas called in favors to get them access to alumni records, and they went to work. They split the possible campuses in London between them and jumped into their respective cars.

  What Marcus didn’t tell his friend was that while he certainly cared to have his precious artifact returned to him, there was something else he wanted back. The thought that she’d just ditched him after the amazing night they’d spent together didn’t sit well with him. Neither did the desire to have her back in his bed, naked, underneath him.

  After a night of sex with her, he should be sated. Instead, he craved more. Unfortunately, no other woman would do. It had to be Olivia.

  ***

  Olivia tried for hours to get the darn armband off her arm. To no avail. She could not open the clasp. And because it fit too tightly around her upper arm, had in fact tightened even more over night, she couldn’t slide it down her arm either.

  Frustrated and perspiring, she dropped back onto the couch.

  Getting the armband off wasn’t even her biggest problem. Or maybe it was. The armband was to blame. What else? Why else would her mind go back to the night with Marcus? It was the most plausible reason.

  When she’d woken in his arms, she’d been tempted to stay, but for once, her brain had won over her tired body. But ever since returning to her flat, she felt a strange emptiness. It was unusual for her. After each heist, she normally was on an adrenaline high, which took days to come down from. Not this time.

  Something was wrong, seriously wrong.

  Like any self-respecting criminal, she was superstitious. The fact that she couldn’t get the armband off, coupled with the legend which surrounded it, made her feel uneasy. She had a strange feeling of not being complete, as if something was missing, when she knew everything was normal.

  She’d gotten away with the artifact that she’d come to steal. And despite the fact that she’d been caught, so far the police weren’t after her. By now, of course, Marcus would have called the police, but chances were that she’d be gone by the time they were on her heels.

  After delivering the armband to her buyer, she would be done. Why wait until she was thirty to retire? Now was as good a time as any. She already had enough money to last her a lifetime if she was frugal, and had recently scoped out a new place to live—outside the UK. Everything was ready.

  Olivia switched on the TV to see what the local news had to report. There was a possibility they already had a sketch of her face. If she knew what it looked like, she could come up with a disguise, which looked as different from the sketch as possible.

  Turning up the volume on the TV, she went to the bookshelf and reached for her textbook on Roman art. She had to refresh her mind about the exact legend tied to the vestal armband. Maybe it would explain how to open the darn clasp.

  As she flicked through the pages looking for the correct section, her mind wandered back to Marcus. It had been a while since she’d been with a sexy guy like him. Jeez, who was she kidding? How about never?

  Sure, she’d been out with interesting and handsome men and had sex with some of them, but all those men paled in comparison to him. Her skin tingled just thinking of his touch, and her stomach twisted into little knots as she relived his passionate kisses.

  She didn’t even dare think of him being inside her, or . . . There it was: hot flash! Great. Excellent. Stupid.

  Get over it!

  Marcus was just some bloke she’d had sex with, nothing else. He wasn’t her first one-night stand, and he wouldn’t be her last.

  She read and re-read the section about the vestal armband—how it was given to one of the Vestal Virgins at the end of her service of thirty years. She was still a beautiful woman then, even at age forty, and the man who’d given it to her had been in love with her for twenty years.

  So that his love would be returned, he used magic on the armband. The spell ensured that the man who placed the armband on the woman would be loved by her, just as he loved her. The legend also claimed that once locked around the woman’s arm, the man who placed it there was the only one who could take it off.

  Rats!

  It was impossible, of course. Magic didn’t exist, and there had to be a perfectly good explanation why the thing wouldn’t open. Maybe it was broken.

  The good thing was she knew somebody who could get any lock open: her cousin Ray. Luckily, he’d been released from prison three weeks ago.

  She dialed his mobile phone and heard his gruff voice respond instantly.

  “Hey, Oli.”

  “Ray, I was wondering whether you’d like to come over for a cup of tea?” It was their personal code for telling the other one something was wrong.

  “Sure. Earl Grey or English Breakfast?”

  “Earl Grey.” It meant she needed him right away.

  “See you.”

  She knew he was out on parole, but she needed him, and they had always looked out for each other and saved each others’ hides numerous times. Now was his time to help her out of a jam.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Ray brought his entire toolkit and went to work as soon as he saw the predicament Olivia was in.

  “Piece of cake,” he claimed.

  Half an hour later, the clasp had still not yielded to any of his attempts to open it.

  “Don’t worry, Oli, we’ll get it off.” His voice sounded less assured than it had when he’d started the job.

  Olivia gave him a hopeful look. If he couldn’t get the armband to open, nobody could. She knew he was the best. And she wanted it off sooner rather than later.

  With every hour that went by, more and more thoughts invaded her mind about going back to Marcus, back to his bed. It was ludicrous, of course. She wouldn’t go back to the man she’d stolen a priceless artifact from. What was she, suicidal? Or just plain stupid?

  He’d call the police on her and have her locked up, no matter what he’d promised her the night before. Strange as it was though, the news had not reported the theft yet.

  His promise that he wouldn’t involve the police was probably rubbish. Unfortunately, even this knowledge didn’t make it any easier to banish the thoughts of returning to him to the back of her mind, where they’d hopefully rot and die a quiet death.

  The longing she felt for his touch seemed to become unbearable, and she knew she’d never felt anything like it, for any man.

  Until Marcus.

  It was the armband, she was certain. That’s why she had to get it off. Once it was off, the hunger for him would disappear.

  It had to.

  “Anything?” she urged her cousin.

  Ray shook his head and gave her a resigned look. “Sorry, love, but I can’t get it open without breaking it. And I’m sure you don’t want me to do that. Your client won’t like it.”

  Olivia pushed back a tear. This was not what she wanted to hear.

  “Please, can’t you do anything?”

  “If what you say about the legend is true, then there’s only one way to open the clasp.”

  “No!”

  “You’ve got yourself into a right tizzy. Wish I could help.” His facial expression told her that he meant it and how much it pained him that he wasn’t able to do it.

  “I’ll have to think,” she said.

  He rose and took his tools. “You know where to reach me. Bye.”

  “Bye, Ray, and thanks for trying.” She felt resigned.

  She needed some rest, and she needed to think. There had to be another way. Each minute the armband was on her arm, she felt her longing for Marcus increase. It wasn’t a feeling she liked. It made her feel vulnerable.

  She was an independent woman. She didn’t need a man.

  All night long, she was possessed of erotic dreams featuring Marcus and herself as the main characters. She woke exhausted and none the wiser. If anything, it was getting worse.

  Over breakfast, she absentmindedly scribbled on her notepad, and when she looked at it, realized she’d written Olivia Moncrieff.
His last name.

  What the hell? What was she? Thirteen? This had to stop!

  ***

  Marcus felt like banging his head against the wall. His search had come up with nothing. Thomas was still out working his way through the last batch of alumni records and photos at Birkbeck College. Marcus already worked on a list of universities and colleges in the rest of England as well as Scotland.

  He’d barely slept the night before. How could he? Olivia’s scent was still in his sheets, and every time it drifted into his nose, he had another hard-on. It was pure torture, so much so that he’d spent the rest of the night on the sofa in the living room.

  He contemplated involving the police, who had better resources than he did. They could find her for him, but then how would he get her off the hook? He didn’t want her in prison, and what if there were other thefts she could be connected to? Even if he then withdrew his accusations, she’d still be arrested. No, it was too risky. He had to find Olivia by himself.

  He hadn’t shaved and was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt when the phone rang.

  “Moncrieff.”

  “It’s Thomas. I’ve got her name.”

  Relief flooded through him.

  “Thank God.”

  “Her name’s Olivia Hall. She graduated with a BA in art history six years ago. Looked just as cute then as she looks now,” Thomas commented.

  “Thanks, Thomas.”

  Olivia. She’d told him her real name.

  “So you don’t want her address then?” He knew Thomas was grinning even though he couldn’t see his face.

  “You have her address?”

  “Got a pen?”

  A few seconds later Marcus had written down her address and disconnected the call. She lived in Central London. It would take him less than twenty minutes to get to her place.

  He needed to shave, then change clothes, then—

  The door bell interrupted his hasty plans. He was in the right mood to ignore it, not wanting to lose a minute. But an impatient second ring made him stalk toward the door anyway.

  He yanked it open and froze.

  Bloody hell!

  “You have to take this darn armband off me,” Olivia demanded, her voice annoyed as she brushed past him into the house.

  “Nice to see you too,” he responded as he let the entrance door fall shut and followed her into the open plan living room. He meant to be sarcastic, but he’d actually told her the truth. It was nice to see her.

  His cock awakened at the sight of her luscious curves.

  “Take it off now!” Her face was flushed, her entire body tense when she turned to him. Her eyes were pleading, her lips just as red as when she’d been in his bed.

  “Is that why you came back?”

  His tried to sound calm, not wanting to betray the storm raging in him. In a few minutes, he’d sling her over his shoulder and carry her upstairs to throw her back in his bed. Then he’d punish her for running out on him.

  “You shouldn’t have messed with the legend, idiot! You should have never put it on me,” Olivia spat.

  “Superstitious rubbish. I can’t believe you give any credence to that stupid legend.”

  “Oh yes?” she challenged him. “Then why can’t I get it off?”

  He shrugged. “You need two hands to open the clasp.”

  Impatiently she cut him off. “I had somebody else try to take it off. And it wouldn’t open. And you know why? Because the legend says only the man who put it on can take it off.”

  “Ridiculous.”

  “Really? Do you think it’s also ridiculous that I can’t stop thinking about you? That I came back, because I couldn’t stay away from you? Do you think that’s normal? All I can think about is being back in your bed.”

  Marcus liked the sound of that. She wanted him. Yes! She’d come back for him, even though she’d stolen the armband.

  He made two steps toward her. “That can definitely be arranged.”

  “Stop!” She held her hand out in front of her to prevent him from coming any closer. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you get it? The only reason I feel like this is because of the magic the armband brings with it.”

  “That’s impossible, and you know it. Why can’t you just accept that you find me attractive? Nothing wrong with that.”

  He remembered the way she’d looked at him that night when he’d stood naked in front of her. Without a doubt, she’d liked what she’d seen.

  “Everything’s wrong with that. I don’t just fall head over heels for a man. This is unnatural. It’s the armband that’s doing it. You have to take it off.”

  Head over heels? He definitely liked the sound of that.

  “Why should I? I’ve been looking for you.”

  “You’ve been looking for me? Don’t you mean the police have been looking for me?”

  He shook his head and earned an incredulous look from Olivia for it.

  “You haven’t called the police on me? Why not? I stole the armband.”

  “I couldn’t. I promised. And besides, I don’t want you to go to prison. I want you to come back to my bed.” Employing a husky tone in his voice, Marcus tried to coax her into giving in, into admitting that she wanted him too.

  Olivia put her hands at her hips. “See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re reacting completely unreasonably for the situation. It’s the armband that’s screwed with your mind. We have to reverse it.”

  She stretched out her arm and pushed up the sleeve of her sweater exposing the armband on her bicep. “Take it off!” After a second she said, “Please.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Suddenly, Marcus stood too close to her, his imposing figure only inches from touching her. Olivia could smell his male scent, no cologne. Just as intoxicating as the way he had smelled the night she’d slept with him.

  Her nipples pebbled, and she cursed her traitorous body yet again.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he whispered close to her ear.

  “It’s because of the armband. It’ll go away when you take it off me. Please.” She’d lowered her voice, pleading. She had to convince him. Nothing good could come of this forced attraction to each other.

  “I don’t want it to go away,” he confessed, and she felt his breath on her neck.

  Olivia shook her head. “This is not real, believe me.”

  “This is real.”

  His hand touched her cheek, his gentle fingers stroking her. A shiver ran down her spine while a flame ignited in her belly.

  Effortlessly, he turned her face up to him. In slow motion, his lips descended on hers. Seconds later, she lost all coherent thought and responded to his kiss. Her lips parted and invited him in. His arms pulled her closer into him, and she didn’t have the strength to push him away.

  Or the desire to.

  Marcus pressed his hips against her, making her aware of his erection. She gasped, and he released her lips.

  “Can’t you feel what you do me?”

  “We have to stop,” she begged without conviction.

  “Can’t. I want you, now.”

  “I’m a thief.”

  “I don’t care.”

  He swept her into his arms and walked toward the stairs.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m taking you to bed.”

  She struggled in his arms. “Take the armband off.”

  He looked at her determined face.

  “I mean it. Take it off. Now. If you still want me afterwards, I’ll come to bed with you. But take it off first.”

  Olivia counted on the magic of the armband to dissipate instantly, saving her from landing in bed with him again. Not that she didn’t want to be with him again, but she knew if she allowed herself to feel him inside her once more, he’d break her heart when he finally came to his senses and realized how impossible any relationship between them was.

  He gave her a long look, then put her back down on her feet.

&nbs
p; “Fair enough.”

  With both hands he touched the clasp and gave it a little squeeze. It sprung open instantly.

  “There. It’s off.” He slid it off her arm and placed it in her hands. “Now let’s go to bed.”

  “You mean you don’t feel any different?” she asked curiously.

  “No. Do you?”

  Olivia shook her head. Her hunger for him was still as insatiable as before. “Maybe it takes a while for the effect to wear off.”

  “We’d better not waste any time then . . . ” He gave her a wicked look and attempted to lift her back into his arms.

  She quickly backed away from him.

  “We should wait until it wears off.”

  She tried to push past him, but he blocked her exit. The only way past him was up, up the stairs to his bedroom. She wasn’t going to go that way. No. She was sure in a few minutes they’d both feel normal again, and then this whole desire for each other would be gone.

  “I’m still as hard for you as I was a minute ago. I’m telling you, the legend is rubbish. You and me, that’s real.”

  Marcus closed in on her and pulled her back into his arms. “Don’t fight it. You want this as much as I do.”

  Olivia knew he was right. She did want him, but she was sure it was the effect of the legend. It was impossible to feel what she felt for Marcus. She didn’t know him, had only met him a few days ago and had basically nothing in common with him.

  Yet, when he looked at her, when she felt his touch on her skin, his lips on hers, she knew everything was perfect. He was perfect. Perfect for her. The emptiness she’d felt at her flat was gone.

  But what she felt now would fade soon. The magic of the armband would wear off, eventually. Maybe just one more time she could feel him inside her. One more time. After that, his desire would have worn off too.

  “Just one more time. After, we’ll part ways. You’ll let me go.” She was crazy offering it, yet she looked at him asking for his promise.

  “I’m not sure I can do that,” he hedged.

  “Please, you have to promise me.”

  Seconds ticked away as he considered her plea. “Okay. But you’ll give me twenty-four hours with you, and if you still want to leave after that, you can. But I won’t promise that I won’t try to convince you to come back to me even after that.”