Chapter 3.
At 6:00 PM the limo pulled up in front of the mansion. Sitting in the driver’s seat, I tapped my thumb on the side of the steering wheel and checking my refection in the rear view mirror, pulling Ben’s cap lower over my eyes for the fiftieth time. Shrugging the collar of my borrowed leather jacket higher on my neck, I kept my head low while Brent and Trevor exited the house and the butler opened the car door for them. Ben had wanted me to wear a fake mustache to complete the disguise but I had refused.
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“Heck no.” I said when he held up the fuzzy strip.
He lowered it with an exasperated sigh. “I thought the whole point was for you to look like me.”
“No,” I tucked my ponytail into Ben’s hat while tugging it on. “The point is to pass as you. Not turn into you. Thank goodness” I said, earning a slap on the side of my head.
“Hey, you better be nice or I’ll take my hat back.” Ben threatened.
“ You can’t take it back, I doing this to help you.” I said striking a pose and raising an eyebrow at him in the mirror.
“Yeah right, we both know you just want to wear my cap.” He teased before turning serious. “Are you sure you want to do this Allen? If you get catch you could get in a lot of trouble, not to mention I get fired.”
I ignored him and held out my hand. “Jacket.” Ben stripped his coat off and gave it to me.
“Really Allen, you don’t have to do this.”
I slid the jacket on and rolled my shoulders. The leather stretching tightly across them. Ben was around the same height as me so the sleeve length was about right, however he was a little narrower, so it fit snuggly. I turned to him. “Don’t worry I’m not going to get caught.”
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As I pulled out the driveway though, I wasn’t so confident.
A tap sounded on the divider. After slipping on a pair of shades, I slid the darkened glass open a few inches. Trevor’s voice came floating up to the cab.
“Be around front of the Cleavers and ready to pick us up at 12 PM.” His voice grew more muffled and I assumed he had turned to address Brent. “I heard the birthday girl is hot and even better, single. She’s probably just waiting of a free guy, such as myself, to come along.”
“I thought you were with Stacy.” A new voice said. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I caught a glimpse of my older step-brother looking relaxed and bored, as always. Sitting across from Trevor, he absently straightened the silk handkerchief in his suit pocket and ran his fingers delicately through his calculatedly mused auburn hair.
“Nah, I broke up with her. She was just holding me back.” I smiled to my self at Trevor’s reply. Apparently Stacy hadn’t bought the rose apology.
“Ah, and because you’re girl-less and wearing my cologne, there’s no way any women could resist you.”
There was a creak of leather and I guessed Trevor had leaned back in his seat. “Exactly. That is why we’re leaving the party at 12:00. I don’t want here to think I’m overly eager or anything. Girls like a man they have to work for.” He finished smugly, having completely missed Brent’s sarcasm.
He directed his voice to me again. “So driver, make sure to be ready at 12:00.”
Yes sir.” I said in my best imitation of Ben’s voice. The was a long pause and I held my breath.
And then Brent spoke. “That will be all, Benjamin.”
Once the glass was closed again I let out the air in my lungs with a whoosh of relieve and a grin crept onto my face.
Maybe we were actually going to get away with this.
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