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Refusing to acknowledge my earlier thoughts, I dry myself and get dressed. I briefly contemplate going out, but with Benjamin Adams after me, I don’t want to go alone. However, I also don’t want to spend another day listening to Beth’s issues with the cake and the floral arrangements, and I’ve already intruded on Michelle’s life enough by sleeping at her place the night before last. Since those two are the extent of my friends here in Bluebell Springs, I decide to spend the day at home.
I call Amy and together, we watch some new episodes of our favorite TV show. We keep chatting throughout the afternoon, trash-talking the bad acting in the show and discussing whether the girl will end up with Mr. DarkAndMysterious or Mr. NiceAndRich. For obvious reasons, I’m rooting for Mr. Mysterious.
My own Mr. Mysterious hasn’t shown up all day, and I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. What would I do if he just marched into my bedroom? Would I scream and call the police, or would I simply surrender?
A part of me hopes he won’t give me a choice. I want him, but wanting my stalker is so wrong that my mind can’t reconcile with the idea. But if he threatens me? Ties me up? Kidnaps me? A shiver of delight runs through me, leaving me feeling both guilty and aroused at the same time.
The truth remains. If he does any of those things, I’ll have to give in to him. I’ll have to do whatever he wants, and I won’t feel bad about it, because everyone knows you’re supposed to obey dangerous criminals. It’s the perfect loophole.
I don’t normally shower before going to work, but as I wake up all sweaty on Monday morning, with the now familiar stickiness between my legs, I wedge a quick shower into my morning routine, along with a call to the nearby OB-GYN practice to schedule an appointment.
The doctor has time to see me on Wednesday. Hopefully, whatever is wrong with me won’t progress too far before I can get some heavy-duty antibiotics to murder all the evil bacteria that have the audacity to multiply in my vagina. I just have to keep my mind focused on other things in the meantime.
Lucky for me, work is busy. I keep my rental car parked right in front of the sheriff’s office, just in case Adams wants to have a go at it too, and visit Billy’s Highway Heroes office during my lunch break. My poor car sits in the repair shop, looking like a wreck, and my fists clench in anger. Fuck Adams! I’m so going to kick his balls the next time I see him.
The repairs will be expensive, even with my insurance covering most of the cost. As if I needed more reasons to hate that bastard.
When I inquire, the police let me know they’re still “looking into the case”, which means they have nothing. They’ve questioned Adams, but apparently one of his bodyguards gave him an alibi, so there’s nothing anyone can do.
At least my stalker is back, and yes, I realize how odd that sounds. But the truth is, coming home to a clean house, fresh flowers on my table, and a box of chocolates on my pillow is the highlight of my day.
There’s even a card with the flowers, saying,“Sorry, work trip. But I’m back and I’m not leaving again.”It could read as a threat, but I smile as I read it, butterflies fluttering around my stomach.
He didn’t leave me. He still likes me. He plans on sticking around. It’s amazing to be desired like that.
Chapter 27
Kayla
I wince as the doctor takes the pap smear. He’s being gentle, and I can barely even feel the tool moving inside me, but I still hate it. I look anywhere but at him as he examines me.
“So, the discharge is limited only to mornings?” he asks as he finally removes the speculum.
“Yes. Every morning since Sunday, I wake up with this…stickiness between my legs.” I cringe. I know he’s a medical professional, but I still don’t like discussing this with him.
How can he even stand it? Looking between people’s legs all day? How does he still get his cock up when he sees his wife naked? Does he even have a wife? Perhaps he’s gay. Or single. Perhaps he’s impotent. Maybe all male gynecologists have to be impotent. Or does he get a boner when a pretty young woman spreads her legs for him?
My frantic—and wildly inappropriate—thoughts are so loud I miss his next question. “… sex?”
“Um. I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?”
Amusement glints in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what I was thinking about. “Here,” he says, handing me a paper towel, “you can clean yourself and get dressed. I was asking about the last time you had sex.”
“Oh. Right. That was months ago.” Too many months, apparently. The sex dreams haven’t stopped. If anything, they’re getting more intense.
“Well, some sexually transmitted diseases can have longer incubation periods. If this test doesn’t reveal anything, I’ll call you back here to take a blood sample, but I don’t think it will be necessary. Based on your symptoms, I think it’s only a PH imbalance or a very mild infection, nothing serious for you to worry about.”
As if I could stop worrying. “When will you have the results?”
“The cultures will take several days, but the basic lab results will be available in a few hours. You’ll have access to the full report through the client section of our website.”
“Thanks, that’s great.”
The doctor smiles proudly. “We have a very modern system. It’s safe, too. You don’t have to worry about anyone else accessing your data. We’ll send a notification when the results are ready. You can schedule a phone call or another appointment if you wish to go over the results in detail. Do you have any questions now?”
“I don’t think so.” I hesitate. “My IUD still works, right? I can’t get pregnant even if I do have sex?”Even if someone comes into my house and has sex with me while I mysteriously keep sleeping?I don’t add that out loud. The doctor would worry about me or straight out call the police. With how they “handled” my other cases, I don’t want them poking around my sex life.
The doctor nods. “Yes, your IUD is in perfect condition. You’re still several years away from needing it replaced. And if you ever change your mind about pregnancy, it’s as simple as taking it out, and you can start trying.”
