Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
The next evening, the strangest thing happens after the delivery driver drops off her gift. I watch as she puts it up on the porch with a smile, and my heart nearly explodes, but that isn’t the problem; it’s what comes next. A car approaches and pulls up just next to my sister’s house. He gets out and creeps across the street. He turns his head, and I recognize the bastard right away. It’s the little pipsqueak from the restaurant. I know he doesn’t think he has a date with her again.
“I’ll kill him,” I growl. I look around my office to see if my door is open. It’s closed, thankfully. Still, I need to make something happen before he harms her. I’m ready to act in case he’s not welcome. He doesn’t ring the bell or even try to enter. Instead, he puts a note on her car and then leaves.
I take down his license plate and run his information, and then I hurriedly get in my car and race to her house, snatching the note from the door. You better not call the cops, you stupid bitch, or I’ll kill you and your boyfriend.
“That’s it,” I snarl. I call my driver to get his assistance. Back in his younger days, he had ways of dealing with people in not so legal ways.
“I have a problem,” I say as I walk back to my car.
“Let me know what you need, and I can take care of it,” he replies without asking for details.
“I’ll meet you at your house.” I drive straight to his place, and we discuss what I’m going to do to this little fucker, or rather, what I want done. By the next morning, Tom won’t be harassing Caroline anymore. If he breathes near her, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.
I watch her on the camera come and go and receive her next gift. She nervously looks around, and that pissed me off. I hope she’ll stop that soon. Would she be upset if she knew I dealt with her stalker problem? Probably.
****
It’s Friday, and I’ve given my assistant the weekend off. Tonight, I’m making the delivery. After everything that has happened, I can’t wait anymore. I have to meet with her and see if she’ll see me.
My day ends a little later than I’d like since I plan on taking Saturday off, but Maxim has watched over the house, and she is safe. Our troublesome stalker has gone to lick his wounds privately. My first stop is to pick up dinner. I can’t come empty-handed.
By the time I arrive at her door, it’s after seven. “Oh, you’re just a little late today,” Caroline answers, coming to the door and opening it with wide eyes and a gasp.
“Um…I’m guessing I’m not who you were expecting?” I say, smiling at her, taking in every inch of her sexy ass. Damn, she looks incredible. I groan, thinking about all the times I missed seeing her face.
“No, but um…”
“I have your delivery.” I raise my arm, waving the bag.
“Are you just dropping off, or would you like to come in?” she asks, biting down on the corner of her bottom lip shyly.
“I did bring enough for two,” I say with a cheeky grin.
“Please come in.” She turns around and looks at her sofa and blushes. She has folded blankets and pillows stacked on the side, and I’m instantly pissed off. Did I miss some bastard coming and going? I might have watched the camera at night, but I wasn’t focused on them all day. She could have someone over at a different time.
“Do you have guests?” I ask, wanting to know if I’ll have to get rid of another interloper.
“Oh, no. I slept on the sofa. It’s quite comfortable.” It does look incredibly comfortable. It’s a plush microfiber piece that’s oversized, especially for someone of her height. Hell, we might fit nicely on there with her body buried underneath mine, naked.
“It looks like it.”
“Please come in and take off your coat.” I stare at her pink fairy-like wonderland. It’s pretty and elegant at the same time.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I got us two bottles of Coke from the restaurant.”
“Oh, I could kiss you,” she states, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t…”
“Don’t worry, baby. When you’re ready to really kiss me, I’ll be waiting.”
She blushes and then finally finds her voice again. “Come into the dining room, and we’ll eat there. Sorry about the house—it’s not that big.”
“It’s nice.” It’s inviting even though the holiday isn’t my favorite. I take the food to the table in the small dining room that’s just off the living room. “So how long have you been living here?” I already know the answer, but she doesn’t need to know I’ve done the whole psycho stalker thing.