Inara
I’ve been pretending for thirty minutes now that I lost my car key, even though I don’t have a car parked in this lot.
I considered using Alexander’s beautiful car, but it would’ve been completely immoral to risk damaging such a nice ride just to distract them. They could scratch it or destroy it.
I keep pretending to be desperate. Most of the men have gone back inside the bar, fed up with searching. I hope Alexander had time to get what he came for.
Only two of them stayed. I pretend to dig through my gym bag, which, by the way, doesn’t match my outfit.
"Sorry, my keys were in my bag. I didn’t search well enough."
I head toward the alley behind the parking lot, but I hear them following me, cursing at me. I turn around with an annoyed expression.
"You think you can take us fo
