“What do you see when you look at me, Lola?”
Oh, snap.That voice, deep and velvety, with her name rolling off his tongue, was much too sexy.Definitely eating moldy cheese.Or again watching too many documentaries, thanks to Katy and her damn demanding ways, on Stockholm Syndrome.No one should be attracted to their stalker-slash-possible-abductor who has freakish abilities and was inhumanly handsome.“You’re eyes, they’re like Dog’s,” she said without thinking.“They glow when they catch the light.”
He scowled at her, which was actually kind of cute.Snap out of it, Lola.You do not think Stalker Dude is hot.But she did, dammit.
“My eyes do not look like your cat’s.”He sounded completely offended as his face scrunched up as if disgusted by the very idea.
“How the hell do you know I have a cat?”she snapped back, as both anger and fear rippled down her spine.
He took a step towards her, his body leaning forward, to which she retreated with a step backwards.“You already know how.You said yourself that I’ve been following you for a while now.”He paused and frowned.“Speaking of which, why would you name your cat, Dog?”He sounded completely offended.
Lola rested a hand on her hip, momentarily distracted by the fact he’d obviously been watching her at her apartment.It was her turn to tilt her head as if to get a different angle of him.“Are you upset on behalf of my cat?”
Creepy Dude stood up straight, no longer leaning nearer to her space and crossed his very muscular arms in front of him.“It’s not a respectable name for such a majestic creature.”
Lola pressed her lips together in an attempt not to laugh.A cat.Majestic?
“They’re in the same classification of lions,” he said so matter of fact, it almost didn’t sound ridiculous.“You know, the king of the animal kingdom.”
“So, you’re not only creepy and crazy, you’re also mentally unstable?”Lola asked.
He sighed and rolled his golden eyes.“That’s redundant.Crazy and mentally unstable are the same thing.”
Lola shook her head.“I beg to differ.Crazy is the absence of sanity.Mentally unstable is the lack of the ability to think reasonably about something.”
His lips quirked up in a crooked smile.Ugh.Why were the nutty ones always hot?
“There’s no need to beg.There will be plenty of other opportunities with much more pleasurable outcomes.”
Lola’s mouth dropped open, and it would have hit the ground, if her jaw wasn’t hindered by a connected bone.No.He.Didn’t.“Did you just make a pass at me?Or was that some weird, abductor lingo for, ‘I’m going to torture you, and I will like it and pretend you like it, too?”
“I have no intention of torturing you,” he said.And then Lola could have sworn she heard him mutter, “At least, not yet.”
“Then why have you been following me?”she asked again.
He took another step closer to her as his arms dropped to his side.Lola held up her taser and shook her head at him.“Take another step and Taz will zap your ass.”
“Taz?”
She shook the item in question.“My taser.”
“You named your cat, Dog.And your taser, Taz.”His tone of voice made it clear he was beginning to think that perhaps she was the less than sane one in the current situation.“Do you name all of your possessions?”
She shrugged, but kept her arm up with Taz ready.“Maybe.Do you follow girls around all the time?”
“No, Lola.Just you.”His upper lip rose a tad in a near smile, but dropped quickly, his face going back to the inquisitive look he’d been wearing their entire conversation.
Lola swore she saw sharp incisors, like fangs, behind those plump lips.His lips aren’t plump, Lola Katz, you shameless hussy, and if they are, you shouldn’t be noticing.“Okay, well, this has been odd.And usually, I’d let my curiosity get the better of me and continue to have a conversation with a man that has strange eyes, is as big as a professional football player, inhumanly handsome, and also batshit crazy.But, I really need to wash my hair, paint my toenails, organize my sock drawer, and color-coordinate my bookshelf.”She laughed nervously.“Just, crazy busy.But less crazy than you.So, just busy.I’m sure you have tons to do as well.”
He matched her backwards steps with his own, his movements were fluid and graceful for someone so large.He actually reminded her of her cat with the way that his head dropped in his pursuit, his eyes narrowed and flashing eerily.“The only thing on my agenda is talking to you.”
“Then I’d say you need to revise your agenda.”
“We can talk and walk,” he offered as if it was the most reasonable solution.To let her stalker walk her home.
“Let’s not,” she said, and held Taz up again.
“You got a tattoo two weeks ago,” he said, changing the subject to something she’d totally not been expecting.
