Page 67 of Resisting the Grump

- Oliver -

She finally answered one of my texts. With a turd emoji.

At least she let me know she was alive, which was all I’d asked. But when you send a message that implies thinking of you and it makes the other person think of poo, it doesn’t inspire much confidence.

But I couldn’t give her any more space. I wasn’t a fucking astronaut. And while the only pie I deserved was humble, I didn’t want to develop a taste for it.

She saw me loitering on the sidewalk as soon as she stepped out of our building but walked past, her pretty lips in a firm pout.

I caught up and fell into step beside her.

“You can’t keep doing this,” she said.

It was the first time she’d spoken all week. “I just want you to take back calling me a stalker.”

“That’s rich,” she said. “Considering you’re stalking me right now. Plus, it’s you who owes me an apology.”

“I’m only stalking you now to demonstrate that I know the difference.”

She started digging through her purse and pulled out her earbuds case.

“And I’d rather look at it in a different way.”

“What way is that?” She raised a palm towards a taxi driver who stopped to let us cross.

“Like I’m walking the woman I care about to work.”

“Have you hidden cameras in my apartment yet?” she asked, picking up her pace.

“Why would I do that?” I said, tapping my temple. “I have all the footage I need right here.”

She shot a disapproving look over shoulder. “Charming.”

My mind flashed back to the last time she’d looked over her shoulder at me. She’d been riding me in reverse cowgirl, her dark red tresses trailing down her back as I held her waist and let her set the pace. At one point, she fell forward and slowed down, and I stared at her smooth curves as she sank down my cock one inch at a time. I got goosebumps thinking about it.

“I’m going to get a restraining order if you keep following me to work.”

“No, you’re not,” I said, breathing in the fresh morning air. “And I don’t think that’s funny to joke about.”

“Did your stalker follow you to work?” she asked, not looking at me.

“She followed me everywhere,” I admitted. “Work. Restaurants. Gas stations.”

Her nose crinkled. “Gas stations?”

“It was pretty unsettling.”

“I can imagine,” she said, dropping her eyes to my feet. “You really can’t keep following me to work like this, though.”

“First of all, don’t flatter yourself. I’m simply also on my way to the bakery.”

She scoffed but dropped her earbuds back in her purse.

“Second of all, following you around isn’t my goal.”

She raised an eyebrow in my direction.

“I want to go out with you again.”

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