Page 7 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
This is bad, especially because his eyes are on me right now, curiosity showing clearly on his face. I lower my gaze and mentally beg for the meeting to continue. Which it does, meaning I can take a breath now. When the meeting is over, I'm the first one to go through the door.
I have some work to do, and it's got nothing to do with my job. I need to find everything I can about Jack Baldwin, head of the English department here at the University. In about an hour, I have everything I need, including his full schedule and the number of his parking spot.
That's when the stalking starts. It's completely innocent, I promise, but necessary. I follow him from class and watch him in the cafeteria eating lunch. Every time I'm lucky enough to hear his voice, I have to cross my legs together to keep from touching myself in front of everyone here.
I don't stop myself at home, though, and I'm worried I've become a nympho because I can't stop pleasuring myself to orgasm thinking about him and that delicious voice he has. He's become all I think about, and now I'm worried about my job because my boss keeps having to say things two or three times to me before I fully understand what she's saying.
That's when I make my first mistake. My boss has just reprimanded me for not paying attention to her, and I'm all in my head trying to get myself to focus on my job. Except I'm standing outside of Jack's classroom, waiting for him to finish class.
When he comes out, I see him talking to some of his students. When he smiles, I smile, and then I follow him as he leaves. He's supposed to go to his office, but he takes a different direction. I don't hesitate to follow, and after a few turns here and there, I think I've lost him.
Then he's right in front of me. My god, he's good-looking. No wonder I'm obsessed with him.
"Are you stalking me?"
I'm not sure I should answer him. Is there any way he'd recognize my voice, too? Should I risk it?
"Answer me, Miss Wilson."
Crap, he knows my name. I shake my head no and try to move to the side to escape him. He won't let me.
"Actually, I know you are stalking me. What I want to know is why."
I'm trapped and I just want to run away. I mumble a few words and once again try to get away. He puts his hand on my upper arm to keep me still.
"Speak clearly. Enunciate your words."
"I'm sorry."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I'm curious about you."
It's not a lie. I am obsessed with him and want to know everything I can about him. He's frowning now, and I think he might recognize my voice.
"So, ask me out for coffee. Don't follow me around campus like a creeper."
"Can I go now?" I mumble.
"Not yet. There's something about you that I can't quite put my finger on. When did you start stalking me?"
"I don't want to talk about it. This is embarrassing for me, Mr. Baldwin."
"Your voice—” he hesitates. “It can't be. Say something else."
"Something else."
"It's no time to be funny, Miss Wilson. Have we met before?"
"I think you already know the answer to that, Savage."
I turn around to leave, but he's not letting me go any time soon. I don't regret what happened over the phone, but I don't know if I can work this closely with him, knowing who he is.
I mumble an apology again, but next thing I know, I’m up in his arms.
Jack
The new student counselor has been stalking me for the past two weeks, and I can't figure out why. The one thing she has done is taken my mind away from Vixen. When Vixen hung up the phone on me, I realized she didn't want to continue with the game we were playing.
