the door opened and Jack took off his glasses, eyes raking over your body, “holy shit.” he stated.

you grinned. the vault had been filled with money but you had beat him there. you were sitting in a chair and had been waiting for him. your rival. you didnt hate each other but you had to out-do each other, constantly.

“what’s wrong Jack?” you asked mischievously, “am i not what you were expecting?” he didnt answer, just gaped at you, “sorry to be a let down.” you continued, standing.

he was there in an instant, hands settling on your waist, “totally not a let down.”