Page 4 of Stalked By the Billionaire

“She will,” Darrel says, taking her hand.

I notice the slight ripple that skitters down her throat and I should walk away, but I don’t.

It still hurts when she turns away from me, and my heart sinks as she walks with her date. I desperately want to shout for her to stay, but I watch her as she enters the coffee shop with Darrel by her side.

And I shouldn’t follow her, but I do. I follow because—I want coffee, of course.

As she settles into her seat, I strategically position myself to have a clear view of her, unable to tear my eyes away. She’s on a blind date, but I don’t care and it doesn’t stop me from watching her mouth as she talks to the man. Her date sits with his back facing me, leaving me to wonder how much he is attracted to her.

Not as much as me—I’m sure of that.

She takes another sip of her coffee as she listens to him talk …

and talk …

and talk.

Her responses have stopped and I watch as she glances around, possibly with boredom or perhaps she is seeking an escape route.

Her interest in him is gone.

Good.

She glances at her watch and I pull up the ‘Find this Person’ app on my phone. The one I’ve been working on for the past few months. My next big sale, I hope.

I carefully lift my cell, aiming to snap a subtle picture of her with no one noticing.

I look at her face on my cell, and my heart flips again, and I wonder why she has this effect on me. Why I’m thinking so much about her? I stare from her to her picture and rub the stubble on my chin with my hand.

Finally, I sink back into my chair, feeling its comfortable cushion against my back, and tap my finger rhythmically over my phone before my eyes snap to hers.

She gives me another small smile as she rises from her chair and that’s when I click ‘who is this’ on my app and wait for the results.

And that’s when her eyes meet mine. The connection sends shivers down my spine. I resist the urge to look away, but my desire for her is overwhelming, and I stare back at her and muster up the courage to offer her a gentle smile, then I wink.

Fuck… I winked. What the hell is wrong with me?

Her appreciation is clear in the sweet smile she gives me, though she attempts to conceal it by nervously biting her bottom lip and lowering her head.

And it’s when I know—she is mine.

Because today, I become someone I’m not. I’m no longer the man who watches her from afar. No longer her stalker … I’m going to be hers.

And she’s going to be mine.

Chapter 3

Gabby

Yet another disappointing blind date.

I don’t know what my colleague is thinking when she claims she knows who is my type. Most of the blind dates she chooses are so far removed from my ideal man that I’m sure she doesn’t want me to meet a nice guy.

This time she got the looks right; tall, dark, and handsome, and he even had the nerdy glasses I like. Yet, he’s so far from being a nerd, it’s not funny anymore.

Note to self: A pair of glasses does not make a nerd.

There’s no denying it. Darrel’s ego was larger than life. He’s completely open and confident, with no trace of the shyness I like to find in a man.

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