Seven Hours later.

Nate checked his wrist watch, 5:57. It was a bit more than seven hours since Chloe had... Persuaded him to help her retrieve The Florentine Diamond, and he was now standing at the end of a runway, waiting for whatever plan Chloe had hired to get ready for take off.

Nathan was leaning up against the hood of Chloe's SUV, the dark haired beauty was sat inside it, speaking to someone on her cellphone.

The door to her car opened and Chloe stepped out, moving around the SUV to join Nathan at the hood.

"That was the pilot, she's bringing the plane around now." Chloe told him.

Nate nodded his understanding without looking back at his new partner. "Alright..." He said, in barely more than a whisper.

Chloe sighed, looking up at the man next to her. "You're not regretting saying yes are you, Drake?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. "Because I thought..." Chloe continued, moving in front of Nathan, her hand slowly slid into his pants, squeezing his cock and balls tightly. "... That you wanted me... Ahem... The Diamond." She 'corrected' herself.

She removed her hands from his now tight pants, and took a few steps backward, a cocky grin etched into her face. "But if you want to go... All you have to do is go... I'm not going to control your choice." She told him, turning around, her perfectly round ass displayed exquisitely in the headlights from the SUV.

Nate made a long sigh and quietly cursed her, and Elena, under his breath.

Suddenly, Chloe grabbed her phone, checking the screen and smiled. "C'mon, if you're coming, we're in hanger two." She told him, and the pair got back into her car.

As they drove the short distance to the hanger which contained their plane and their pilot, Chloe bit her lip and smiled at her partner. "So, Drake... About my Pilot." She said, coyly. Nate, knowing that tone can only ever mean bad news shook his head and gave her an incredulous look.

"What about your pilot?" He asked, dreading the answer that was coming.

"Nothing, nothing really... Well... A little something..." Chloe said, looking away from Nate, as the car came to a stop and both of them clambered out of the car.

Chloe continued: "If... And I'm not saying there would be... If there's any history... Bad history... Between you two, I think it's best to let it be water under the bridge.

Nate raised his eyebrow. "Chloe, what the hell are you talkin--- Oh Crap." Nate interrupted himself as the hanger doors opened, and he got to see, for the first time, just who their pilot would be...