Page 153 of Give Me Redemption

“I guess. She’s drunk texting me, so that’ll be interesting tonight.”

I laugh. “Well, you better get home, so you can be ready for all of that wildness.”

“What are you going to do?”

I shrug. “Jace is coming home tomorrow. I’ll probably get a bubble bath, shave some stuff, and read.”

“Shave some stuff?” he asks on a laugh.

“Want me to tell you what stuff?” I ask, lifting my brow.

“Nope.”

“Thought so.” Laughing, I turn and kick off the wall, rolling across the floor to my desk.

“Dalton, you two better clean that shit up,” Davy calls out as he walks from his office.

“You’re leaving?” I ask him.

“Granddaughter has a dance recital. She’s the light of my life, but the girl has two left feet.”

I chuckle. “Have fun.”

Monroe picks some of our paper balls up and tosses them into the bin. “I’ll get the rest. See you Monday,” I say.

“All right. I’ll make sure you get a play-by-play of tonight’s fun time.”

“Please don’t.”

He laughs, grabbing his keys from his desk. “Bye, Dalton.

“Bye.”

Once he leaves, I exhale, standing to clean up the rest of our paper balls when my computer pings. I slide back over to it and open my email.

I swallow, my hands shaking.

One, two, three, four. Look who’s naked on the floor?

She looks good, doesn’t she? Like a silky blanket ready for me to sink into.

She’s so trained now. Remember when I first saw you two on the roadside?

Remember how shocked she was to see my cock? She’s not scared anymore. In fact, she welcomes it.

You should hear her moan.

Until next time, little rabbit.

My blood burns fire red. My stomach turns, and I quickly grab my trash can and puke, heaving until I can’t anymore. A few people from the office stare at me, but I ignore them, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I spit and lean back in my chair, pulling my drawer out to get a napkin. I stare at the computer screen, my thoughts churning like a bubbling pot of acid.

My co-workers filter through the door to go home, one by one, but I stay put well after the last person is gone. The fluorescent lights flicker off, the emergency exit and the white glow from my computer screen the only signs of light left. I tap my nails against my desk as a looming feeling passes over me. My thoughts turn sinister, my mind focusing on what I need to do.

My ears ring as my jaw tightens, and without even thinking, I reach over and snatch up my cell phone. Black is my soul; dark is my mind. My spine tingles with the rhythm of a wooden windchime dancing in the wind.

I’m outside of myself, watching as I move attentively.

“Hello?”

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