Roger continued to fight against his thoughts and wasn't even paying attention to what Brooklyn was doing until she spoke to him. He glanced up and saw her pouting and argued with his head for a moment. He then suddenly stood up and walked closer to Brooklyn, looking down at the shorter girl, and put his fingers beneath her chin and lifted it up to look at him. "Trust me girly," he says, "I just keep looking at you because I can't decide if doing something more... heart pounding would be acceptable. So I'll let you decide on which option you prefer. One, getting in bed with the guy that you just met and kidnapped you. Or two, stay quiet and just be bored. Your option cutie." His dark brown eyes locked with Brooklyn's own light brown eyes.

Brooklyn looked up into Roger's eyes and listened carefully to every word he was saying until it was time to make her choice. Raising her eyebrows slightly in surprise she stammered but realized she wasn't backing away "Isnt t-this going to make your job harder? If you trust me more, that could give me the advantage of leaving.". Brooklyn felt her face heat and she turned her head to glance at the bed...'It would make him trust me more...right? This is a very bad idea.'' the girl thought to herself. Sighing Brooklyn slowly walked over to the bed, sitting down on it she looked at Roger, a slight smirk crossing her face. "The dress, as I presume was a flop...for a punishment. Could this make it up?" Brooklyn cooed and let out a light chuckle before bouncing up and down on the bed. She knew quite well that this could be very bad, never mind forget that, it already was bad. She also knew she shouldn't be doing this...she really didn't know why she was doing this, was she doing this? It was confusing her a whole lot.

Roger shrugged some, his muscles beneath his shirt flexing and relaxing as he did. "It might make my job harder," he says, "or it might make it easier. It all depends on what happens afterwards." He then watches as Brooklyn goes back over to the bed, obviously taking option one. He listened as she flirted with him as he walked over. He then scooped her up, with little effort again, and sat down on the bed before sitting her down on his lap, turning her so that she was facing towards him and her legs went around him. "This could make up for it," he says answering her question, "it just depends on how you act." He then put lifts her chin slightly up so that their faces were just a couple inches apart. "Are you sure that you want this option though girly," he asks.

Brooklyn looked down at Roger, so it could make his job harder to do, perfect. The girl listened to his question and paused, "Well, I appreciate you asking, but as you said. It could make your job harder, and I want to do all I can for that.". Brooklyn leaned in, meeting Roger's lips...good lord, she was really on a bed, kissing her capture. Her conscience was again screaming at her, but she shoved it away. Brooklyn pulled away from the kiss and looked into Roger's eyes, how far exactly did he want to go with this? The blond girl ran her nails gently down his arms before kissing him again, running a hand through his messy dirty blond hair. She was doing this strictly to get out of here...um, right?

A small smile crept onto his lips at her response. Roger knew that until the money got sent and was in his hands then he wouldn't be letting Brooklyn go. He had tolerated worst victims than her before anyway. When their lips hit and pushed against one another Roger felt his excitement spark into a fire. His muscles rippled under her touch as she ran a her nails down his arm and Roger pulled the girl in closer as they locked lips for a second time. One of his hands reaches up and runs through her hair, pushing her head towards him more as he gave her another kiss.

Brooklyn let a small giggle slip through her mouth as Roger kissed her again. She had a feeling...that he had been planning this. Then again she could be wrong, Brook was the one who stated that she was bored and wanted to do something. She had been thinking of like...drawing, or something like that. Brooklyn rolled away from the kiss and onto her back, sending a shy glance Roger's way, biting her lip she said quietly, "I...I don't know what to say...". She propped herself onto her side, her head resting on her palm, "I freaking just met you, and heck...you kidnapped me.". Brooklyn ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "I don't know...". She bit her bottom lip again, it was a bad habit she had picked up, and apparently, guys fell for it as her trying to seduce them.

He turned to watch Brooklyn as she rolled away from him. He slid over and laid her on her back and propped himself up above her. "Well better say something soon cutie," he says, his voice low and quiet, "you were the one that got into my vehicle and you are the one wanting to do this as much as me." His eyes shone like fire and they watched as Brooklyn bit her lip. He tried to figure out if she was tempting him even more with that motion or if she was doing it from nervousness.

"Oh!" Brooklyn put a hand to her chest, "You have been waiting for this?" she smirked, "Well, I might have thought about it when I first saw you...just a little bit.". She looked up into Roger's eyes, pausing before pulling the collar on his shirt, Brooklyn kissed him again, wrapping one of her legs around his waist. "Im all dressed up for this..." she opened her eyes, pulling away just an inch, "And you are still wearing the clothes you picked me up it. Fancy." Brooklyn staid the last word sarcastically. Tugging the shirt the man had on, Brook smirked.

A smirk appeared on his lips as he listened to Brooklyn talk some more. He then leaned down as they kissed again and locked eyes with Brook. "Well this is what we normal people call casual," he says at her remark of his clothes and leaned more towards her as she tugged at it, "you got to not stand out when planning to kidnap someone. Can't be dressing up in fancy outfit like you rich people do and be spotted easily."

(Sorry it's short ;-; )

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Brooklyn chuckled, "I guess so. But there are a lot of rich people in this town so you would be blending in.". Wait, was she giving a criminal, advice on how he should be doing his job? "What would you do if I got off this bed right now? It's a silly question, but seriously. So far I can't seem to predict what you'll do, eh, I bet it's a secret criminals keep to themselves. Tucking a piece of her hair that few in her face as she was laying down, Brooklyn huffed and looked up at Roger, eyes twinkling, she giggled and closed her eyes, sighing.