Page 17 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

I love him so much.

I sit here and watch.

And wait.

I’m waiting for him to emerge.

I’m also waiting for him to remember he hasn’t called me.

And for him to learn I’m not going anywhere.

It’s kinda cute how he thinks he’s setting the tempo here. Men and their petty hot-and-cold bullshit. He just doesn’t know yet—when it comes to petty, I’m so much worse.

It takes a while, but he finally strolls out of the building, walking like he owns the whole fucking block.

His phone is in his hand, but he’s not looking at it. Instead, his gaze sweeps the parking lot. Before I have a chance to duck down, it lands on me.

His jaw clenches.

I paint on a smile, but it doesn’t disarm him. He storms over to me, his eyes roaming the Corolla.

“Raya? What the fuck?”

I roll down my window, tilting my head, giving him my most innocent expression. “Hey.”

His eyes flash with anger. “Are you following me?”

“Of course not. I happened to drive by and saw you.”

“You happened to…” he folds his arms, his eyes narrowing. “You didn’t go to work?”

“I didn’t have to work today.”

“It’s Monday.”

“And?”

His nostrils flare. “Look, this shit ain’t cool.”

“Me driving past your building isn’t cool?”

His lips pull back into a snarl. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

His aggression excites me. I put the car in park and exit slowly. I take a step toward him. He takes a step back. It’s subtle, but I see the wariness in his eyes.

But there’s something else, too.

His lustful gaze moves over my body, heating me from within. I walk right up to him, spurred on by my arousal.

“What do you mean, Ace? Explain it to me.”

He stares down at me, pressing his lips into a hard line. I feel weak.

“You on some stalker shit, Raya. I don’t like that.”

I smile slyly. “Whatdoyou like?”

“Fuck you mean?”

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