Page 10 of Her Supermodel Stalker
“Hi Jose, where is Jimmy?” A woman’s voice gets our attention. It’s Lexi.
“He was here earlier,” Jose says. “I guess he’s inside Mr. Gamble’s yard.”
“Oh no,” she mutters and hurries toward the gate. “Jimmy! What’re you doing? Time for lunch!”
My heart skips a beat when I see the woman I pine for. She’s wearing a fitted shirt and a skirt, not overly tight, but wraps around her snugly, tempting me with her curves. “Hi, Lexi!” I say, hardly able to hide my lust in my hoarse voice.
“Oh, Mr. Gamble. I apologize. I brought Jimmy to work because my mom has to work in the morning,” she says, her cheeks flaming under my burning eyes. “But she’ll pick him up soon.”
I stop her. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Lexi holds her son and kisses him, rumpling his hair with such affection that I know I wouldn’t stand a chance if she had to choose between the two of us to save from a sinking ship.
Jimmy is her universe.
I’m a bit jealous, even though I adore the child already, and strangely I’m willing to give him the world, too, even though he isn’t related to me.
“Mom,” Jimmy points at me. “He got bitten by a squirrel.”
“What? Oh no,” Lexi looks at me worriedly. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I say. “It hurts a bit but no blood.”
“Good.” She says. “You shouldn’t touch them. They might carry rabies.”
“But you feed them all the time, don’t you?” I say, narrowing my eyes a bit. “Jimmy told me that.”
Her mouth opens, and she looks sheepish for a moment. “Yeah, but I don’t advise everyone to do it. Jimmy, you shouldn’t do it, either, you hear me?”
“Yes, Mommy. I’m sorry. I talked Mr. Gamble into doing it.”
Lexi frowns at me. “You let a child talk you into that?”
I shrug. “He was very convincing.”
She rolls her eyes and asks, “You need to clean up your wound. Do you have any rubbing alcohol in the house?
“I think so,” I say. “But it isn’t a big deal. I’m not even bleeding.”
She ignores my protest and says to her son, “Wait here, Jimmy, don’t go away, okay?”
“Okay mom,” Jimmy says with a nod.
I tell Jose to keep an eye on the child and go into the house, Lexi following me.
We go into the bathroom, where I keep a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She turns on the faucet to rinse my hand and then cleans the wound with alcohol using a cotton swab. I inhale sharply when the alcohol burns my skin.
“Sorry. Does it hurt?” she asks, blowing cool air onto my hand.
She looks so caring all I want is to pull her to me and kiss her until she moans. I hold on to my urge, though, and shake my head. “It doesn’t really carry rabies, does it?”
She laughs. “A small chance. But it could have ringworms. So if your hand gets itchy…”
I grimace. “Stop it. You’re trying to freak me out.”
She giggles. “You’re so gullible. I can’t believe it. You’re like Jimmy…”
She looks so pleased with fooling me that I suddenly can’t stop my hands. I pin her to the wall behind her and watch her eyes turn dark. She stops smiling, and her breathing quickens.
