Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I finally told the girls about him. I left the whole ex-Mafia hitman thing out, of course, and just gave them the part about him being a security guard. They ate that right up. Thought it was super sexy. Amy especially liked the part where he was almost thirty.
“See? I told you this bitch was into older guys,” she laughed triumphantly. “So it wasn’t Mr. Gengris. Whatever. I’m sure this guy’s way hotter.”
I still haven’t let them meet him just yet. I’m not sure why. It’s not like I’m worried about them stealing him away from me or anything. Parker is mine. I belong to him, and he belongs to me. That’s that. It’s like a law of the universe at this point. I guess it’s just that I feel like my relationship with Parker is the only thing in my life I’ve ever had that is truly mine. And for now, I don’t want to share. And if that means making my friends wait a little longer before I introduce him, then they’ll have to wait.
I frown as I see Janice eyeing him from her desk. She’s about to go over to him again. I can tell. Parker has assured me, though, just like I thought, that he wants nothing to do with her and she just keeps hitting on him despite his best efforts to show her his disinterest. But apparently that doesn’t stop her.
“Step off, bitch,” I mutter, popping a handful of cinnamon almonds into my mouth.
The last fifteen minutes of Parker’s work day seem to fly by as I watch him, and before I know it, he’s standing up and heading to his car. I watch him from mine, slouched down to avoid detection. He probably knows I’m here anyway, but he doesn’t show it. Why ruin the fun of our game?
I love watching him move. He’s so controlled. Like a fighter. Although I’ve seen him naked plenty of times, my eyes are still drawn to his muscular bubble-butt as he walks up the block. One of the things I love is grabbing it and hanging on for dear life as he pounds me into the mattress.
As he reaches into his pocket to grab his keys, I admire his shoulders and the way his suit jacket hangs from his sculpted body.
Goddamn, what a man he is.
He starts his car and pulls away, and I’m just about to start mine up and follow him when I see Janice coming out the front door. She’s wearing heels but nearly jogging as she crosses the street. Am I crazy, or is she heading toward me?
Nope, she’s definitely coming over here.
Janice makes a beeline at me and comes right up to my window, a wide, semi-psychotic smile on her face. As if I can’t see her, she raps on the glass to get my attention.
I’m cringing. What now? Am I supposed to talk to this woman?
And what does she even want from me?
Well, it’s too late to drive off now. She’s seen me, and she knows I’ve seen her. I do the only thing I can do. I roll down the window.
“Yes?” I ask as politely as possible, trying not to let on that I want nothing to do with her.
“Ali, right?” Okay. Weird. How does she know my name? “Hi, I’m Janice.”
She extends her hand, but I don’t take it. I feel exposed. Slightly threatened. Parker is gone, probably headed to my school where he thinks I am right now, and I’m being ambushed by this woman from his office who is looking at me with crazy eyes.
“You and I should talk,” she says. Yeah, this is getting too strange for me.
“Nah, I’m good,” I say as I start to roll up the window.
“You’re dating Parker, aren’t you?”
“Gotta go!” I say, forcing an obviously fake smile.
“He stalked me too!”
Her words freeze me like I’ve just been caught in an arctic blast. Every cell in my body stutters and goes into slow-mo. A pit forms in my stomach, and goosebumps instantly break out over my arms and legs.
“What…?” I mutter. “What did you just say?”
“I hate to tell you this, hun. But your man is not who you think he is.”
My body relaxes a little. “Sorry, I know who Parker really is, thank you. We’re fine.”
“You’re fine with the fact that your man has been, and still is, stalking me?” she counters, her words like a jagged knife scraping its way down my spine.
What she’s saying can’t be possible. How could it? Parker stalks me. He’s with me. And when he’s not stalking me, I’m stalking him. He wouldn’t even have time to be stalking Janice…
Unless it was in the middle of the night when I’m asleep.
My heart skips a beat as my mind is instantly flooded with images of Parker climbing through Janice’s window, creeping over to her bed, pulling back her sheets to expose her lying there naked–still wearing her goddamn work heels, of course.