Page 31 of The Pucking Wrong Man

Her eyes darted to my face, then to my chest, and a blush rose to her cheeks before she jerked her eyes back down to her tray.

A grin spread across my face.

She was attracted to me. She just hid it well.

I could work with that.

I liked a challenge, and her reaction was adorable.

I took a step closer to her, intentionally forcing her to meet my eyes—or else she’d be looking straight at my dick.

I liked this vantage point, her staring up at me.

She was going to be absolutely exquisite on her knees.

“You should eat up,” I told her, glancing at everything on her plate and fighting the urge to feed it to her by hand.

Too soon. That would definitely be crossing the line.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, her breath hitching as soon as the words had come out of her mouth.

Fuck. I liked that.

“Good girl.”

Her eyes widened, her blush spreading down to her chest. I watched as she obediently took a bite of the sandwich.

“Want another peanut butter cookie?” I rasped.

She paused and bit down on her lip. I leaned in, wanting whatever she was about to give me.

“I thought you were allergic to peanuts,” she whispered, and a flare of mischievous amusement lit up in her eyes.

I pulled back, my mouth open in complete shock.

She had heard me.

I was slayed. Destroyed. Gone.

A smile spread across her gorgeous face. “See you around,” she said brightly, clearly dismissing me, even though she’d just knocked me to the ground.

“Umm, yeah. Bye,” I stuttered, my cheeks burning.

Forget thirty-one years old. Right now, I felt like I was about ten.

But I didn’t care. Didn’t care that I looked like an idiot right now, or that I had been completely off my game all night. Because now I knew one thing.

She had noticed me.

Anastasia stayed at the table eating her dinner for another half hour. I stayed too, a lot longer than my usual shift because I wasn’t going anywhere while she was still in the building.

I couldn’t tell you exactly what I did...I may have filled some mustard bottles. Or maybe I didn’t.

And when she left…

I followed.

Because I was fully committed to the stalker thing now.

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