Page 46 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
Annoying stalker: I’ll drag your ass out of that diner by your ponytail if I have to
Kinky, but no. I’ll cut your dick off
Annoying stalker: You wouldn’t. You like it too much
I never once said I liked it
Annoying stalker: Your cum dripping down my shaft was proof enough of that
Oh my god you’re so fucking annoying
Annoying stalker: I’ll be there in twenty
No, you won’t. Now leave me alone. I’m working
Annoying stalker: Even I know there’s no one eating in that place aside from one or two people at this time of night
I didn’t even have to look up to confirm that was true.
I don’t want to leave my car here tonight, so no. I’ll drive myself home. My shift is literally only ten more minutes. I’ll be on the road by the time you’re halfway here
Annoying stalker: Then I’ll speed
Then I’ll call the sheriff and have him watching for your truck
Annoying stalker: You think I don’t pay the sheriff off already?
I rolled my eyes, to which Brynne gave me a questioning look from the other side of the bar where she was wiping the stools. I held up my phone in answer, and she immediately recognized his nickname and the red X that was his profile picture.
“Let me guess. He’s mad you’re at work and not within five feet of him?” Brynne asked, rubbing at a particularly tricky spot of old barbecue sauce.
“He’s mad I’m not literally glued to his side.” I was sure he’d like that, too. Which was why I sent him what I did next.
I’m not coming home anyway so don’t worry about it
His response came immediately.
Annoying stalker: Where are you going?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Annoying stalker: If it’s to see another guy, just know I won’t hesitate to cut off whatever part of him touches you
Jealous, cowboy?
Annoying stalker: Feeling more murderous than anything, kitten.
“Poking the bear is a dangerous game,” Brynne sing-songed as she took note of the giant smile on my face.
“But it’s just so fun.”
“By the look on your face, I can tell. Makes me want to rile Booker up for the hell of it.”
I looked up from my phone, sending her a devilish smirk. “The poor duo.”
“We really put them through hell, don’t we?”
“Oh no, don’t loop me in with whatever group thing you all have got going on. Austin and I?—”
