Page 9 of Savage Stalkers
The silence is interrupted by the door opening behind me. I turn to see who has walked in, and my pen freezes in my hand.
The guy filling the doorway has a presence that sucks all the air from a room. My chair squeaks as I lean away, putting distance between us even though he is still by the entrance. His stone-gray eyes sweep the room and finally land on me. I blink and subtly peek over my shoulder, like maybe there’s someone else he is staring at with that predatory gaze. Nope, it’s definitely me.
“I didn’t realize we were having a slumber party,” he snipes.
I stare at him and frown. “I didn’t realize this room came with a bouncer.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite in a smile, but close enough to make my pulse skip. He strides past me, moving closer to Silas, who hasn’t shifted. He is still absorbed in his reading, eyes down and his lips pursed.
Mr. Dick takes a seat, throwing his booted feet onto the table and running a hand over his short dark-blonde hair. When his eyes meet mine, something in my jaw clenches tight, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something that might get me thrown out of the room.
We sit in silence and continue to work—well, Silas and I do. I put off getting up, overthinking whether I need a certain book.Eventually, I push back my chair, cringing when the legs scrape against the floor. “I need a book.” I murmur an explanation neither Silas nor the other guy responds to before I slip out the door.
Heading to the stairwell, I jog upstairs to a nearly empty second floor. The overhead lights buzz faintly; their flickering sets the scene for a damn scary movie. I find the aisle lined with psych journals and trail my fingers along the spines as I walk its length.
Clink.
The sound echoes behind me—metal on metal. I freeze with my hand pressed to a book.
“Hello?”
Silence.
I shake my head and laugh under my breath. It’s my imagination. I exhale in relief, then I hear it again.
“Watch your back,”a robotic voice says.
As my hand pulls back in startlement, my fingers catch on the spine of the book. It slips from the shelf and thuds to the floor. My heart hammers against my chest.
The voice speaks again.“We’re coming for you.”
Cold chills shoot down my spine.
We’re. . . So, not only one.
My body hums with excitement. Maybe this is it—I’ll get to live out my fantasy. Then I can forget all about it and go back to the life chosen for me. As much as Harrison says he will support me no matter what I do, my mother has a different opinion and is a force to be reckoned with.
Footsteps approach, and I bolt back down the stairs, my shoes pounding against them. When I reach the study room, I shove the door open and burst inside, my chest heaving.
Both men look up in surprise at where I stand with my back pressed against the door. Silas raises a perfectly manicured brow at me, while the other man smirks.
“Do you always come back looking like you’ve just been fucked, or are we special?”
“Keep talking like that and I might think you want to be the one who fucks me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, cashmere. If I really wanted you, I would have you bent over this desk already. A girl like you wouldn’t survive someone like me.”
“Maybe a girl like me wouldn’t want to survive you.”
Fuck, why did I say that? I knew the asshole was taunting me, but his smug, ridiculously handsome face needed to be punched down a few pegs.
“Good, because I wouldn’t let you.”
His mouth curves up into a smile, and he thinks he’s won, but there’s really no point going back and forth with this idiot.
I return to my seat, and we go back to our silence. I can feel his eyes burning into me—the asshole is trying to goad me, but it won’t work. The door to the study room opens again, and I turn to see who else has come to invade my study time, hoping vainly it’s Macey.
“Oh hello, pumpkin,” motorbike guy says, closing the door.
