What the fuck? Could he smell me or something? I let out a shrill laugh and a customer lining up to pay side-eyed me. As I took out my phone to call 911, the car moved on about fifty yards.
And while I was ecstatic I didn’t have a serial killer on my tail and I jumped up and down and clapped my hands, relief was replaced by disappointment. I tugged at my hair. It must be the lack of sleep making my emotions zigzag like a roller coaster.
I snuck out of the store and swiveled left and right. Maybe he got bored and put his foot on the accelerator. I imagined him swigging champagne and laughing with his friends about how he’d pretended to stalk some guy on the street. It might have been a dare. Rich people got bored easily if Sebastian was an example, though Father was restless if he did nothing and always found a new project.
But as I rounded a corner, there it was, idling just ahead. That had to be a lucky guess. No way did he know where I was going. My heart sped up because this had become a game, one I was determined to win.
I sauntered along the pavement, whistling and twirling my keys but as I reached a motel whose desk clerk slash manager was a friend, I darted across the motel forecourt and into the office, slamming the door and getting on my knees so I could peek through the window.
“Heston? You playing a game of Hide & Seek?”
Dean leaned on the counter, a row of old-fashioned keys hanging on the wall behind him because this motel was old school.
“Sort of.” I flapped my hand, and he crawled over the carpet to my side. “You ever see that blue car around here?”
Dean was a car enthusiast and leaped up when I pointed it out.
“Get down. He might see you.”
I grabbed his shirt and yanked him to the floor. But as he sank down, I rose, my eyes level just above the bottom of the window.
“If that car had ever come around here, I would have jumped in front of it and begged the driver to let me look at it.” Dean was almost drooling. “It’d be my dream to get run over by that baby.”
Car enthusiasts! I rolled my eyes. Dean got to his knees, the two of us peering at the guy who got out. It was him!
“Nice ass,” Dean observed until I whacked him. I was the only one allowed to study my stalker’s cute butt.
“I’m going out there.” I straightened my spine. Even to my ears, it sounded as if I was a gladiator, fighting for my life.
“Can I come?” My friend wanted to check out the car, though after his last comment, perhaps that wasn’t all he wanted to take a peek at.
“No. Stay here and if he drags me into his car and drives off, call the cops.”
I stood, my knees wobbling, and I noted how cold the metal door handle was as I grabbed it and strode outside.
“Hey, you looking for me?” I folded my arms, recalling once again Father’s words about standing up for myself. “Stalking is against the law.”
Instead of retracing his steps and getting into the car, the guy grinned, a smile so broad it reached his eyes, and a word popped into my head: kindness. Maybe he’d put a spell on me, but he didn’t scare me; the opposite. I wanted him at my side, drinking coffee and spilling deets about his life.
“I thought I’d lost you.”
Yikes, it sounded like the last line in those late night movies Dad loved and I was tempted to say, “You never had me,” like in the films where the heroes don’t end up together.
“You were at the country club.” I should get home to my dad, but there was something about this guy that I couldn’t look away from and didn’t want to.
“Yes. I saw you. You must enjoy walking.”
Huh? Oh, right, I hadn’t had the car at the club, and now he saw me walking again. He must think I’m a fitness freak. I snuck a look at his crotch. Nice. Dad would call that well-endowed. Damn, I wanted to see his cock, feel it nudging my thighs before he slammed into me. Slick slid down my thighs as I chewed my bottom lip.
“Wanna get a room?” he asked.
Chapter 12
Seedy is as seedy does.
Devyn
“Wanna get a room?” I hadn’t meant to blurt that out. I was going to introduce myself, maybe offer to get him some coffee. But no, I had to think with my dick.
