Ryan Blake, the world’s worst kidnapper has just discovered his mistake could very well work out for him, but can he convince the beautiful Brittany to take off this elegant jeweled bra? No way! They will steal it back and forth and enjoy every minute of it. With wild twists and a secret ending I’ve created another one of my unruly adventures. Who the hell can afford the four million dollar bra that comes out of the Victoria’s Secret catalog holiday issue every year? Devin Warner, Brittany’s boss could and he did. But why? Can’t say. She gets kidnapped before she finds out. You’ll just have to read Million Dollar Bra but be prepared for a psycho pie maker, a trucker older than dirt, a cop who checks out Brittany’s boobs more than the bra, Federales, and a rich snobby mother that can make anyone’s ass sweat. Hope that gets your mind wondering about the nonstop ride in Million Dollar bra.
Plan B! Plan B!” Ryan slapped his own forehead with his palm.
A snicker escaped from my throat and Ryan glanced back at me.
“What are you laughing about? You’re not even important enough for anyone to notice you’re gone! Do any of those people look worried about you at all?”
Holy crap, he was right. I really was a nobody. Tied up with a million dollar bra on and no one cared and no one knew. It was like hitting the lottery and never being able to spend it. I put my head down. A few tears dripped onto the red satin on my thighs.
Ryan leaned down in front of me and tousled my hair. “Forget what I said okay. I’m sure you’re important to somebody.”
I growled and swung my shoulders toward him.
“Wow, feisty thing aren’t you?” He bent down and awkwardly patted my shoulder.
The strap from my dress slid down my shoulder. I slowly looked up and blinked tears from my eyes.
Ryan saw the strap on my bra. He teetered back on his heels and then leaned in for a closer look. “Well, if those are real, Miss Brittany, I believe I’ve found Plan B.”
I shook my head. “Mo. May arm eel.” I said.
Ryan pulled the bandana out of my mouth. “What was that?”
“They aren’t real.”
He lifted up his eyebrows and leaned forward to get a glimpse down my top. “The breasts or the jewels?”