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“You relax.” He grumbles.
“I am relaxed.”
“Fuck you.”
“I was in fact fucked many times last night and will be again when I’m done here today.”
“Lucky bastard.”
“Go pick up Miranda in the lobby. She’s looking like she needs some attention.” I laugh, picturing the busty blonde who always stares at me and drools.
“You now what? I’m gonna.” He says, standing up and brushing off the imaginary wrinkles from his navy suit pants. “Wish me luck.”
“Brother, you don’t need luck with her, only a cock and money.”
“I do have both, and in good quantity.”
I’m still laughing as he closes the door behind him, and just like that, business is back to usual. The phone starts ringing, and Ashley comes in and drops papers on my desk for my signature. It’s refreshing, and I look forward to things being normal again. Boring now? Nope. A new, exciting, loving, weird normal, and I love it.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
“I love you, you know that?” I ask Millie as I get off the bike and pull her into my arms.
She was standing in the garage when I pulled in, her hands clasped in front of her, with a nervous excitement in her green eyes. She’s up to something, and with her request from this morning I can only imagine what it could be.
“I love you too, Sir.” She purrs next to my helmeted head. “Remember, leave that thing on.”
“Yes Ma’am. I remember.” My dick is already hard in my suit pants, and I reach down, adjusting it, her eyes following my move and her tongue peeking out to lick her lips. “Keep licking your lips like that and I’m taking it off so I can kiss you.”
“Not until you catch me.”
“Ooohhh, little bunny rabbit wants to be prey tonight?”
“Just like the day you chased me out of his house and pulled me from the bushes. Helmet and all.”
“You’d better run then, because this time there’s no one chasing you but me, and when I catch you…you know what happens.”
“You fuck me?”
“I fuck you.”
The pealing laughter that comes from her as she runs out of the open garage door in nothing but her jeans and t-shirt is the best sound in the world, besides the ones she makes when she’s in the throes of orgasmic bliss. I wait a few minutes, giving her a head start, already knowing where she’s heading. I know her too well; she’ll head towards the tree line in the side yard. It’s close and safe, hidden from the neighbor’s prying eyes, and she can hide in the greenery just like she did at Tyler’s.
“Ready or not, here I come.” I call out as I jog out of the garage and head right towards the line of firs and evergreens that separate my property from the elderly couple next to me.
Her tracks on the snow look like rabbit tracks; her little feet and bare toes having left little indents in the white powder. I follow them, smiling inside my helmet, excited for the moment I can grab her and take her like the villain she wants me to pretend to be. But maybe I really am the villain. Not for her, but in life. I am a ruthless business man, a sexual deviant, and a killer. I’m only soft for her, and no one else.
Passing the stack of firewood next to my shed, I grab the chain that keeps the logs stacked neatly and wrap it around my tattooed hand. If she wants to replay what happened, then I’m going to make it as authentic as I can, and then some.
“Mildred!” I call out into the darkness, with the sun having set already in the winter sky. “Oh Mildred!”
The trees rustle to my right, and I whip my head to the side, following the soft sounds of the pine needles brushing together as she hides amongst them.
“Mildred! I’m coming for you.” I yell and laugh at the same time, seeing her stooped down low, covering herself from my sight with the willowy branches.
“Ahhhh! Shit!” She squeals when I lunge at the trees and yank back the limbs, exposing her to me and my hunter’s gaze.
