Page 20 of Book Boyfriend
“Greer, you got something.”
She walks through the door carrying a rather large box and Marcus follows her. He’s stationed outside in case I need him during the day and he’s never come inside before. The fact he’s walking with her has my arm hairs standing at attention.
“Should I get Luna?” Brenna asks.
“I don’t know.” I gaze at Marcus and he motions for Brenna to give him the box.
“If it’s okay with you, Ms. Greer, I’d like to open this myself.”
I nod in approval and Brenna bolts out the door. Luna rushes in a few seconds later.
We stand a few feet from Marcus and cringe like the box might explode when he uses his pocket knife to slice open the tape.
He puts on a pair of latex gloves as he unfolds a letter, reads it, and then proceeds to remove a black sequin gown from the box. He grins. “We’re going to get him now.”
“Can you read it out loud?” I ask.
He clears his throat. “Your presence is requested for dinner tonight at The Chateau on Market Street at eight p.m. I will have a table reserved in your name and will wait for you to arrive. Consider the dress a gift, not a requirement.”
Luna gasps. “Well, shit. It’s the exact words from the book except for the restaurant. The Chateau is here in San Francisco. It’s about three blocks away. It’s a really nice place. At least you’ll have a good meal,” she says with a shrug.
“She’s not going,” Marcus announces. “We’ll be there waiting for him instead and we’ll grab him. There’s no need for you to be present.”
“Like hell I’m not going!” I reply, folding my arms. “In the book, Penn makes sure Kasey is there before he shows himself. If he doesn’t see me, he might not go through with it.”
“That’s a chance we’ll have to take.”
“He probably read the story. I want to go. I want answers. I can’t take this anymore. This whole thing is making me paranoid. I’m going and there’s nothing you can say to stop me.”
“Ms. Greer, I highly suggest you—”
“She’s right,” Luna interrupts. “And in the book Kasey goes alone. This guy won’t be expecting security, but he won’t approach unless he sees her sitting at the table. Once he identifies himself as the stalker, then you can pounce. Otherwise, what’s to stop him from just walking away when he sees she’s not there? You’ll have no proof and no grounds. Plus, it’s a busy restaurant.”
“Maybe. But I don’t want him getting that close.”
“I can handle it!” I tell him. “And I’ll give you some kind of sign when I know it’s him. Otherwise, it could just be a fan and you’ll give yourself away.”
I gaze over at Luna as I speak and she nods in agreement. We both turn to face Marcus, who seems a little dazed.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he glances back and forth at us. “Have you two done this before? You seem to have this thought out.”
I smile. “You have no idea how gratifying that is to hear.”
Luna smirks and leans against the wall smugly.
“Am I missing something?” he asks.
Sitting in my desk chair, I roll forward until I can place my elbows on the desk. “We spent a lot of time on the particulars of this scene in the book so it seemed realistic. We ran a lot of scenarios.”
“I see,” he says with a small grin. “Let me think about it. Don’t do anything until you hear back from me.”
Once he’s gone and my door is closed, Luna and I face each other, completely dumbfounded.
“Well, this has taken an interesting turn.” Luna walks over to the dress and lifts it out of the box. “Want to try it on?”
“Hell no. I’m not wearing that thing. He probably jacked off all over it.”
“Eww. That’s gross. And Penn didn’t. It looks clean . . . and pricey. Kasey wore it. She thought it was beautiful.”
