Page 229 of Texting Dr. Stalker

He jerked. “Was that meant to be a threat?”

“Did it work?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He chuckled. “Anyone ever tell you you’re scary when you’re secretive?”

“Guess there are things about me that you don’t know, after all.” I smirked. “Even after all your stalking.”

He scowled. “I deserved that.” Shifting as if to stand, he muttered, “Look, I know I’ve pissed you off with what I did last time I was here. I left when you asked me not to. I was too rough and took too much. I haven’t messaged or—”

“Meh, let’s not talk about the past, shall we?” I winked. “I’m far more interested in the future.”

“Thereisno future, Lori—”

“Call me Sailor. Every time you call me Lori, it reminds me of my neighbour when he pulled my pigtails when we were kids.”

He stopped breathing.

I smiled full of sugar. “That’s why I told you to use that nickname. I’ve had a crush on Zander North basically my entire life. Did I tell you that? Probably not because I’ve only just figured it out myself. Until recently, I wasn’t even aware how much I watched him. I always thought I kept a respectable boundary between us. That I always looked away. Turns out…I didn’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I’ve been a bad neighbour. After all, he can’t help moving about in his own house, right? He shouldn’t have to put up with his neighbour ogling him when he’s just come back from the gym. He should have privacy instead of realising that the girl next door once stood for a full hour watching him nap on the couch because he looked so exhausted and all she wanted to do was go over there and give him a hug.”

“W-Why are you telling me this?” His hand strayed to the bridge of his nose—the tic so Zander, my heart fluttered with love. But then he realised what he was doing and yanked his mask a little higher instead. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“Is it working?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think.” His voice came out all scratchy. “I’m leaving.”

“Not yet, you’re not.”

His forehead furrowed. “You think you can keep me here against my will?”

“I’m willing to try.” I ran my finger over the knife with a crazy smile.

He gulped. “Look, Sailor…I don’t know what you want—”

“I want you to sit there and listen. Do you think you can do that?” I scowled. “And then you can go. You can leave and never come back if that’s truly what you want.”

“I won’t change my mind—”

“We’ll see.”

He shuddered as his gaze shot to the back door.

If he left, I had every intention of spraying him with the hose until his hair turned red, but…he resisted the urge to run and turned back to face me. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know. How about we get straight to the juicy stuff and confess our deepest, darkest secrets?” Cutting a piece of cake, I placed it on the plate in front of him.

He scowled. “You know I can’t eat that with my mask on.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Then why did you—”

“Hospitality? Hope that you’ll trust me enough to take off your mask once we’ve finished talking?” I laughed, enjoying taunting him far too much. “However, if you want to keep it on while doing bad things to me again, that would be perfectly acceptable.” I licked my bottom lip. “One of my secrets is…you’ve successfully given me a mask fetish.”

He twitched and cleared his throat. “Sailor, I—” His gaze dropped to my breasts again.

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