Page 16 of Stalked

Suddenly it dawned on me, that he might think Ididtell Billy something, even if I don’t know anything.

“Shit.” Sitting up, my feet hit the ground, my hand smacking against the desk. “I promise I didn’t say anything! I mean I don’t even know anything, honestly. I don’t know who you are. I mean the first time I even met you, you broke in. And continue to break in, not that I even called the police.”

I need to stop talking.

“Because I didn’t. I mean, even if I had, I’m not sure what I would even tell them. It’s not like I can just say some attractive man broke in and keeps doing so, yah know leaving stuff behind…”

Jesus, Gabriel, shut up.

“And lord, did you take me by surprise. I mean, I couldn’t stop looking at your hands.” Stop. Talking. “Especially when you wrapped that hand around my throat.”

Oh, fuck me.I can’t stop talking, nor could I stop the groan that slipped through my mouth. He doesn’t need to know I dream, or hell even think about him. Even if he sneaks into the room when I sleep and jerks off on my face.

“Wow, look at me. Unable to stop talking. I said I was going to ask questions and all I’ve done is talk and talk.”

“Tobias,” he whispers.

My head snaps up, unbelieving that he even spoke and that he’s telling me his name.

“Tobias,” I repeat, testing his name on my lips, loving the idea that now I have a name to pleasure myself with.

His eyes widen, the slight tick in his jaw. I expect him to be mad or upset. But the way he’s staring at me, it’s more predatory.

“Can you tell me why you were stalking me?” I ask, needing to get away from any ideas that are swarming around in my head. Tobias rolls his eyes, dropping into the chair across from the desk. We stare at each other for a long minute, getting lost in those green eyes. My fingers itch for something to draw with, the angle of his eyes.

“I wasn’t stalking you,” he finally answers, crossing his leg over the other.

Smiling up, I can’t help but laugh. “That’s exactly what you were doing. I mean, are you going to tell me it wasn’t you that broke into my apartment for over a month, leaving behind paintbrushes for me to find?”

Tobias scoffs, rolling his eyes before glancing away. A hint of pink lightens his face, and that’s how I truly know it was him. He wouldn’t be blushing if it weren’t him.

“Exactly!” I point my finger at him. “That little blush tells me everything.”

“I’m not blushing,” he growls, narrowing those gorgeous eyes at me.

“Oh, is that right? Are you going to say it’s hot in here?”

“It is.”

Tilting my head to the side, I study him once more. The first time we met, I was nervous and a little scared. Sure, I was turned on. But I was also nervous he was going to murder me if I said or did anything.But that feeling wasn’t there anymore. Probably because I knew it was him all along, or because he just saved me from whoever that guy was.

“Why are you staring at me?” Tobias asks, breaking into my thoughts.

Shrugging my shoulders, I sit back against the chair.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

“You’ve said that to me before.” Remembering when I was too distracted by his hands, and the smell of smoke that clung to his skin.

“And I’m telling you again.”

“What are you telling me?” I ask, smirking. Because I know exactly what he’s asking, but the idea of him getting out of the chair, grabbing me by the throat again… Or he could just shove them up my as–

“Pakhan.” The door slams open, and another man stands at the doorway.

“Da,” Tobias answers, not breaking eye contact from me.

“Boris tam boltayet o nem.”

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