Dexter tastes like something you'd pull from a bag of Halloween candy. But she doesn't care, because all that matters now is that his clothes are on the floor next to the bed and her dress is, well, somewhere. But most importantly, neither of them are drunk this time. This was real.

Or was he just taking advantage of her? Or she was she taking advantage of him?

Or maybe, just maybe, they were taking advantage of each other.

Vienna lays quietly in the bed, as she watches the rise and fall of Dexter's chest as he breathes. She takes in a deep breath and tries to pull the last few events together so that they made sense.

What the fuck are you doing? She can hear Wolf's voice in her head. Your job is to strictly manipulate him enough to where you can take his money, not make him think you're the greatest thing that ever happened to him!

She takes a deep breath, and watches as Dexter rolls over and buries his face in the crook of her neck.

Go ahead, she hears another voice in her head say. Enjoy it.

No! Wolf's voice argues with the tiny voice in Vienna's head. You can't be doing this!

But-

No!

You're right, Vienna thinks as she listens to Wolf's voice. She can't. Wolf would have her head. Vienna has seen what had happened to con artists who get attached to someone special. They never come back.

Someone special?! Is that what you really think of Dexter?! Wolf's voice screams again.

"Good morning, beautiful." Dexter's voice pulls her out of her thoughts.

"Morning." She replies as she bites her lip, trying not to turn red due to his choice of words.

Dexter yawns, before sitting up and looking at her with big brown eyes.

"Can I make you breakfast?" He asks smiling like a little kid. "I'm not a chef, but I can try."

He can't be acting like this. You can't be acting like this. Neither of you should be acting like this. You're supposed to take his money, and leave! This is wrong!

"Sure, sure." She smiles, rolling her eyes.

Take his money and leave!