Bianca the Treasure Hunter

I shouldn't have gotten involved. Dave meant trouble. He always meant trouble. So why. Why am I sitting here waiting for him. Because he's damn good looking and you know it Bianca. I'm sipping my drink when I feel his hand on my shoulder. He loves to surprise one like that. I feel his face close, smell his aftershave. "Hello, sexy." He whispers in my ear. "Don't do that." I say, pushing his hand off my shoulder with less enhusiasm than I intend. Why does he just have this effect on me. "What do you want?" I ask. "A whiskey, for now." I sigh playfully. "You know what I mean." I say as the waitress sets his drink down for him. "Why me, why now?" I ask. He sips his drink. Damn why does he look so manly. "I got a job." Says Dave, playfully theatrical. "And you happen to be the best treasure hunter I know. Interested?" he asks with his seductive smile. "I don't even know what it's about." I reply playfully calm. I needed a job and Dave knew it. "We need to get into a wetland. A jungle in Brazil to be exact. There is an indigenous tribe there with a legend of untold riches. I can tell you that much before you agree." Dave said. "Wetlands?" I asked. "Yeah, I figured that's what you know best." He whispers to me and winks. His hand rests on my leg, ready to slide deeper between my thighs. "Dave..."