Hackable

The knob unturned with a foot peaking from the slit, he held his breath and hunched over his feet on his tiptoes while the cluttery clang against the running water. She rinsed the plates and lined them in the dishwasher underneath the basin. A blurry figure reflected the silverware as she placed it inside, her mouth curved with a snicker. Draven glanced at her back, thought ‘How can I get past her?’

She bended below the table. He quietly scampered to the door and swiped the card on the door handle, and it opened. He glanced over his shoulder and, with a grin; he placed a foot outside. A hand grasped his forearm. “Where are you going, mister?” she purred, breathing hot breath on his nape. “Hope you’re seeking something outside which you can get here?”

Draven shifted his focus to her with a smirk. “And what do you think I seek?”

‘Strip Club’ She playfully mouthed the words, stunning Draven’s s