Page 12 of Stalker's Pet

“Looking for someone?” His voice is right next to my ear, making me jump.

“Sir,” I gasp and put my hand on my chest now that my heart is lodged in my throat. He pulls out the chair beside me, not the one across from me where Carl was sitting.

“You didn’t set up your laptop.”

“Ah, I was going to.”

“Not acceptable,” he says, moving closer. “Give me your panties.”

“What?” I whisper. Did he really say that? I glance around to see if anyone is watching us.

“I do not care to repeat myself.”

Is he serious? I look up into his handsome face, I can tell he’s very serious.

“Okay, I’ll go to the bathroom and?—”

“No, you’ll do it right here.” My mouth falls open. “Is that a problem, princess?” I feel his hand under the table before it lands on my bare knee. “Answer me.”

“But—” I’m cut off when his hand slides higher up my thigh. When my legs part, I swear it’s on their own, but I could be wrong. When Callum’s knuckle rubs against my panties, I can feel it on my clit.

“You’re lucky they’re not wet.” It sounds like a threat as he tugs on the crotch of my panties and I lift my bottom out of the chair. They easily slide off of me, and Callum leans down, like he’s picking something off the floor. When he frees them from my ankles and heels, he straightens in his seat. "Now, you will follow my lead. Do you understand?”

"Yes, sir." I swallow.

"Good girl."

Those two words have me relaxing a fraction. That is until I see Carl heading toward our table. I glance at Callum in a panic, but he’s completely calm.

“Tinsley?” Carl gives me an accusing look when he reaches the table.

“You must be Carl,” Callum interjects.

“I am.” His nod is the only greeting Callum gets.

“I’m one of Tinsley’s teachers at Legend Prep. I saw her having dinner and wanted to say hello.”

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you,” Carl says automatically before turning his attention back to me. “Tinsley, I’m sorry, but I need to leave.”

“Okay.” I start to stand but pause when Callum's hand moves to my arm.

“If you’re in a hurry, I can drop her home,” Callum offers, and Carl hesitates before he glances down at his phone.

“Actually, that would be great.” He barely looks at me as his phone buzzes again. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Tinsley.”

He rushes out of the restaurant, leaving me alone with Callum. I breathe a sigh of relief until I see his face. Oh no. Sir is pissed off.

Chapter Eight

CALLUM

“Should I let the chef know to cancel the order?” the server asks as she clears Carl’s dishes and wine.

“Yes, but only so the lady can order what she actually wants to eat instead.” I wait for Tinsley to speak up, and she’s a little flustered before asking a couple of questions and then placing her order.

“I’m not eating right now, but can you take this with you please?” I hold out Tinsley’s wine glass to the server. “She was only pretending to drink it.”

“Of course. And I’ll let the chef know about the change.”

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