Page 5 of Stalked By the Accountant

We chat for a few more minutes about her marketing projects and my recent audits. Our banter comes easily, filled with witty quips and shared amusement. I find myself captivated by everything she says, from her passions to her pet peeves.

Too soon, she glances at her watch. "I should probably get going. But it was really nice meeting you, Jack."

"Let me walk you out," I offer, seizing any extra seconds with her.

She smiles. "I'd like that."

As we head for the elevators, triumph surges through me. She took my bait. My plan is in motion. Soon, she'll bemine.

We reach the door all too soon. She gives me one last dazzling smile before walking away, her hips swaying gently. I watch her go, desire and triumph surging through me. Everything is falling into place perfectly. Soon, my beautiful Becca will be mine.

I watch her walk away, unable to tear my eyes from her. The sway of her hips, the bounce of her ponytail, every detail etches into my mind.

My heart pounds against my ribs. I've never felt so alive as in this moment. The thrill of our encounter courses through me. Her voice, her smile, the feather-light touch of her fingers...it was everything I imagined and more.

I take a deep breath, willing my nerves to settle. I can't mess this up. She's within my grasp now. I just need to reel her in slowly, gently, until she's caught in my web.

Patience. I've waited this long for her. I can withstand a little more anticipation. The game has only just begun.

I loosen my tie, suddenly feeling flushed. Our chemistry was undeniable. The connection instantaneous. She'll come to crave me just as I do her. I'll make certain of it.

Soon I'll know the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin. We'll become inseparable, our fates intertwined. She just doesn't realize it yet. The pieces are falling into place. My gorgeous Becca.

I take a deep breath as I watch Becca disappear around the corner, her chestnut hair bouncing behind her. My heart pounds against my ribs, exhilaration coursing through me. I did it! I finally made real contact with my obsession.

Leaning against the wall, I take a moment to gather myself, images of Becca flashing through my mind. Her melodic laugh, her warm green eyes, the way she bit her lip as she listened to me speak. I've never felt such an instant connection before. It's like we're two halves of the same soul.

I can't wait to see her again on the seventh floor. To deepen our bond through more conversations, learn all her secret desires. I'll be the perfect gentleman. I'll gain her trust. Then, when the time is right, I'll confess my true feelings.

And pray to any god out there that she'll feel the same.

I shake my head, smiling to myself. My heart flutters thinking of holding her in my arms, caressing her soft skin, kissing those full lips. We'll be so happy, just the two of us. No one else matters but my Becca.

I take a deep breath and straighten my tie, ready to head back to my desk. The seventh floor awaits, along with the woman of my dreams. My triumphant plan is in motion, and soon my lonely life will be complete. Becca will be mine forever.

CHAPTERFIVE

Becca

I stepout of the elevator, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. The buzz of the office greets me—phones ringing, fingers tapping on keyboards, the hum of the copy machine. I wave to Janice at reception as I make my way past the cubicles, a stack of folders tucked under my arm.

"Morning Becca!" Tim calls out. "We still on for lunch?"

"You bet!" I say with a laugh. I continue on, my smile lingering. I love the energy here, the sense of collaboration. It's part of why I was so eager to transfer to this floor.

I round the corner and there he is.Jack. Just the sight of him makes my pulse quicken. He's leaning against the water cooler, suit jacket slung over one arm, sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms. Our eyes meet and he gives me that crooked grin that makes my knees weak.

"Morning, Becca," he says. His voice is like velvet, smooth and deep.

"Hey, Jack." I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear self-consciously. We chat for a minute about the weather, but I can hardly focus. All I can think about is closing the distance between us, feeling his arms wrap around me, his lips on mine...

The trill of the phone snaps me back. I smile apologetically. "Duty calls. I'll see you around?"

He nods, eyes lingering on me. "Count on it."

I continue on to my desk, skin still tingling from our encounter. It's going to be a good day.

I settle in at my desk, booting up my computer, but my mind keeps drifting back to Jack. Ever since I started working on this floor a few weeks ago, I find myself looking forward to our little encounters. The way he looks at me makes me feel seen, appreciated.Desired.

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