Page 3 of Peep

“You asked if I had a body in here. The answer is yes.”

I splutter an awkward laugh, unable to form words. He’s joking, right? There’s no way he has a body in there.

My jaw hangs in disbelief as I stare at him. There’s a playful gleam behind his chocolate eyes, daring me to ask more questions. My cheeks and ears heat. I already know I have the most humiliating blush, so I’m sure he’s eating this shit up.

“Oh, Anders, relax, I’m pulling your leg. It’s only clothes.” He softens his sinister smile before lifting his large hands and gliding them through my hair. I flinch and suck in a breath, frozen as he combs through the straight strands. I should tell him to stop. This is beyond inappropriate.

“I really do like your new hair,” he says, tilting his head to the side like a dumb puppy, curiously examining me.

I look up at him, nostrils flaring. He’s only about an inch taller than me, but right now, he feels like a king sitting on his throne, and I’m one of his subjects, kneeling at his feet, begging for a scrap of bread. I practically melt against the mirror as he continues to pet me.

Time comes to a standstill as he inspects me. He’s looking at me like he wants to pull me apart piece by piece, eat me up, and leave nothing but bones. I have no idea why that’smy first thought, but he’s giving off serious predator vibes. He licks his lips, and his eyes glimmer in the fluorescent lights. My traitorous dick flinches in my tight trousers as his eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes and lips like he’s toying with the idea of leaning in and kissing me.

Jahmar’s eyes catch on the trunk, and when they’re back on me, there’s something eerie hidden behind his stare. Every hair on my body stands, and an undercurrent of uncertainty washes through me. There’s something off about this guy. No one is that fucking smiley and polite. I suddenly feel vulnerable, wedged in this lift with no way to escape.

Jahmar takes a step closer, making our chests brush. Even though he puts me on edge, my dick thinks it’s appropriate to do a little dance again and I lean into the touch. When a wild smile spreads across his face, he looks anything but genuine, snapping me out of his hypnosis.

Not today, Satan.

“Stop it,” I murmur through hooded eyes.

“Sure,” he cheerily replies, like he didn’t just play with my hair like I’m his long-lost lover. He eases back, creating distance I’m not sure I want, leaving me panting and confused.

The ding of the lift makes me recoil.

“Thanks for the help. I’ve got it from here, sweetheart.”

I swear to god if he calls me that one more time, I’m going to chop off his balls and wear them as earrings.

Jahmar smirks as he pushes the trunk out of the lift with ease. Like he needed my help in the first place; he’s lean as fuck.

As the doors are about to close, he winks at me and releases a sinful laugh, sending what feels like a bolt of electricity straight to my groin.

What the fuck just happened?

I’ve let this sly bastard run under the radar for too long because he’s annoyingly hot and charming. I’ll have to keep acloser eye on him from now on. He’s up to something. I can feel it in the marrow of my bones, and even if he isn’t, he’d be so pretty to watch…and I doloveto watch.

Chapter 2

Jahmar

Ok, so I may have told an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny lie to my future husband. He asked if there was a dead body in my trunk, and well, there wasabody in my trunk, but my patient’s alive and kicking, albeit heavily sedated. It’s better this way; I can’t stand it when they scream. I tried that once when I started—it didn’t work out. When I’m holding a scalpel, it’s the only time I feel calm, and hearing a grown man scream like a toddler having a tantrum really kills the vibe, and I am here for the vibes.

It was fun teasing Anders, though. Getting him all in a tizzy is my new favourite hobby. I’ve been biding my time with him. He doesn’t seem like the type to be easily seduced. It took every ounce of my self-control not to ravage him in the lift.

Underneath that grumpy little frown and air of indifference, there’s a sweet, fluffy marshmallow just waiting to be chomped on. I’ve seen how he is with Femi. He has a soft spot for her, and I have no doubt he could have a soft spot for me…with a little push and shove.

That being said, I’m not sure he’d be able to handle who I am and what I do on the side, so until I retire from this gig my little lion and I will have to keep sharing these fleeting moments like star-crossed lovers.

I pushed it tonight, though, getting all up in his personal space. But how dare he get those cute highlights. His baby blues popped before, now they’re like looking up at the night sky with zero light pollution.

A muffled groan comes from the bedroom. I hastily scrub my hands, getting right in between my fingers like they taught us in medical school. Luckily, I gagged the fucker before bringing him up, but maybe I was a little light on the sedatives. I was in such a hurry to get him out of there. I’d never usually perform procedures at my apartment. It’s a risky game to play, but my clinic is off-limits for the time being. I’d like to call it a clinic, but if I’m being frank, it’s a run-down factory. Just as I was about to start the procedure, some homeless people decided to set up camp, so I had no choice but to move my operations.

I amble into the room and round the bed. I’ve used medical restraints to hold him down, so his violent thrashing is a wasted effort.

“Oh, look what we have here, a live one.” I smile behind my surgical mask. I’m being cruel, but I may as well have some fun with the sick fuck.

He tries to scream against the gag and wiggles like a maggot on a hook.

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