Page 3 of Stalked By the Accountant

CHAPTERTHREE

Jack

I'm parkedacross the street from the office, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as I watch the front doors. I purposefully rushed out so I could wait for Becca. Any minute now, she'll emerge, her brown hair bouncing lightly with each step. I know she takes this route to the parking garage every evening.

Right on time, the glass doors swing open and there she is, looking as radiant as ever. A smile lights up her face as she chats on her phone, oblivious to my gaze following her every move. I slide down in my seat, not wanting her to notice me.

My heart races as she approaches her car, mere feet away from mine. I can almost reach out and touch her, inhale her sweet floral perfume.

Focus, I remind myself. I'm not here to interact. Just observe. Learn her patterns. For now, watching her from afar is enough to satiate me. It's enough that she talks to me at work. I don't want to push my luck.

She starts her engine and backs out of the spot. I remain still, letting several cars pass before turning my own key. No need to arouse suspicion. I'll keep a safe distance.

As she heads downtown, I trail a few cars behind, close enough to track her route but far enough to avoid detection. This city is like a maze, but Becca navigates it with ease. I commit each turn to memory. Left on Elm, right on Park Ave, another right on Oak St.

Up ahead, she flicks her blinker on, pulling into the gym parking lot.Aha. So this is part of her routine. I drive past, not wanting to follow her in. But now I know. This gym, this time...I'll be here tomorrow. And the next day. However long it takes to become part of her world.

For now, I'll head home. But thoughts of her will consume me, as they do every night. Her smile, her laugh, the way she flips her hair over her shoulder.

Someday, Becca, you'll know me. Someday, I'll be part of your days, your nights, your life. Someday soon.

* * *

I circle the block, parking across the street from the gym. I glance at the clock. If yesterday was any indication, Becca should be here soon.

Right on schedule, she walks in. I sink down in my seat, peering over the dashboard as she hops out. Today she's wearing leggings that hug her curves and a loose tank top, hair piled on top of her head. God, she's beautiful.

She disappears inside without noticing me. I debate following her, getting a membership here. But no, too risky. This is her space. I'll let her have it.

For now.

Instead, I drive to the cafe down the street. Luck is on my side. There's a table right by the window with a perfect view of the gym entrance. I order an Americano and open my laptop, trying to appear occupied.

I glance at my watch. People begin trickling out of the gym, but no Becca. I start to get worried when I finally spot her. She's smiling, chatting with a guy I don't recognize.

I stiffen, my breathing becoming ragged before I close my eyes and remind myself he's probably just a gym buddy. I try to tamp down the jealousy. I know I have no right to feel this way, but damn it, Becca is mine.

Mine!

They part ways and Becca heads for her car.

I sip my coffee, watching as Becca's car disappears down the street. My heart is racing, even from that brief glimpse of her. I can't resist the urge to follow her home. It's only to make sure she's safe.

But when she passes in front of her window in her skimpy little nightie, my cock surges to full mast in my slacks.

With a curse, I unzip myself and pull it out, stroking it for all I'm worth as I imagine sheathing myself in her tight heat. I'm both turned on as fuck and pissed off as hell that she's walking around like that in front of her window for anyone to see.

I want her all to myself. I want her to bemine.

I run my hand up and down my shaft, groaning as I shoot my load into a napkin. I don't even care that I just jacked off in my car on a public street. Not when Becca's on my mind.

My obsession is spinning out of control, but I'm powerless to stop it.

I don't even want to.

* * *

The next morning, I'm back at the cafe by 7 a.m. The morning rush is in full swing, but I secure a table in the corner. I have a clear view of the front door and counter— perfect.

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