Page 2 of Stalked By the Accountant

CHAPTERTWO

Jack

The aromaof fresh coffee wafts through the air as I push open the door of the cozy cafe, but it's not the scent that catches my attention. A brunette sits by the window, sunlight filtering through chestnut strands that cascade over her shoulders. My heart stutters at the sight of her.

She pushes a pair of glasses up the bridge of her nose and smiles at something on her laptop, deep dimples appearing in her cheeks. I'm frozen in place, transfixed by the way her full lips part to reveal pearly white teeth.

I shake my head to clear the fog that's settled over my mind.Get a grip, Jack.

But my traitorous eyes wander back to her as I order my coffee, following the curve of her neck and the swell of her breasts beneath a fitted blouse. I shouldn't stare, but I can't look away.

Who is this enchanting creature? I have to know more.

I take a seat at the table behind her, leaning forward under the pretense of adjusting my shoe. A faint floral scent envelops me, and I have to stifle a groan.

"Becca, we're going to be late for work!" A blonde woman rushes over, clutching several folders.

Becca. The name suits her. I commit it to memory, branding it into my mind.

Becca glances at her watch and sighs. "You're right. Duty calls." She begins packing up her things.

I wait until she's left the cafe before following, keeping a safe distance behind. My heart leaps when I see her enter the lobby of my office building. Fate has brought us together, it seems.

Becca waves to the security guard and greets several coworkers on her way to the elevator. They're all smiling and animated in her presence, as captivated by her charm as I am.

The doors slide open, and she steps inside. Just before they close, her gaze meets mine for the briefest second. A jolt of electricity shoots through me at the sight of those emerald eyes peering at me over the rim of her glasses.

Then she's gone, whisked up to another floor. But it's enough. Now I know where to find her.

I race up the stairs, pulse pounding, and burst into the accounting department. My coworkers glance up in surprise at my sudden entrance, but I ignore them. There's only one thing on my mind right now.

I log into my computer and immediately pull up the employee directory. It only takes a moment to find her name—Rebecca Parker—along with her photo, position, and department: Marketing, 12th floor.

A wide smile spreads across my face as I stare at her picture. She'sradiant. I have to resist the urge to kiss the screen, to feel those soft lips against my own.

But how to get close to her? I rack my brain, contemplating various strategies. If only I had an excuse to visit the marketing department. My job as an accountant doesn't provide many opportunities for interaction with other departments. If I were an executive, I could simply have her transferred to work directly under me.

An idea begins to form. It's bold and risky, but for Becca, I'd do anything. I open a new email and begin to type, my fingers flying across the keys. By the end of the week, Becca Parker will bemine.She just doesn't know it yet.

The next few days pass in a blur of anticipation. I can barely concentrate on my work, counting the minutes until my plan goes into effect. Several times I find myself wandering up to the 12th floor, hoping for a glimpse of Becca coming and going from her office. She never seems to notice my presence, but that will change soon enough.

Finally, the email I've been waiting for arrives in my inbox. The trap has been set. Now all that's left to do is reel her in.

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That evening, I follow Becca as she leaves the office at the usual time of 5:30 p.m. She walks to the nearest subway station, and I discreetly trail behind her, keeping a safe distance. Once she boards her train, I do the same. She gets off at her usual stop and makes the ten-minute walk to her apartment building.

I park across the street, settling in for what's sure to be a long night. My eyes remain fixed on her third floor window, searching for any sign of movement behind the drapes. I wonder what she's doing in there. Is she cooking dinner? Reading a book? Undressing for a shower?

My mind begins to wander, envisioning Becca letting her hair down and slipping out of her fitted pencil skirt and blouse. I imagine her standing before me in nothing but a lacy bra and panties, a flush creeping over her porcelain skin.

A bulge forms in my pants as I palm myself through the fabric, stroking in time with my fantasy. Becca, naked and willing, arching into my caresses. Becca, crying out my name in ecstasy as I bury myself inside her tight, wet heat.

A groan escapes my lips as I climax, panting in the aftermath. When I finally glance back up at Becca's window, the light has been extinguished. She's gone to bed for the evening, leaving me alone with my thoughts in the dark.

But not for long. Soon, Becca Parker will be mine, in body as well as mind. She just doesn't realize it yet. My plan is already in motion, and there's no turning back now.

Becca will bemine.

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