There he is. In the gleaming glass tower directly across from mine. Hunter Reed, standing at the window of what must be a corner office that perfectly mirrors mine, phone in hand, watching me like a hawk studying its prey.
He raises his hand in a small, mocking wave.
Me:Are you fucking STALKING me now?
Hunter:Hardly stalking when it’s my building. Reed Technologies. I own the entire block.
Of course he does. Because the universe apparently wants me to suffer.
Hunter:Nice blouse. White is your color.
I slam my phone down on my desk and yank my blinds closed with such force I nearly tear them from the wall.
My phone buzzes again. I refuse to look at it for nearly a minute, but curiosity wins over pride.
Hunter:You can shut me out with blinds, Aurora, but I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.
The intensity of his words sends an involuntary shiver through me. I type furiously.
Me:You’re ENGAGED to my SISTER. Do you understand what that means?
Hunter:Check your messages.
The notification appears at the top of my screen. I tap it without thinking.
My breath catches in my throat. It’s Hunter with his suit pants unbuttoned, expensive black boxers pushed down, his hand wrapped around...
Jesus Christ.
I slam my phone face-down on my desk, but it’s too late. The image is seared into my brain. Hunter Reed is... proportional. Extremely proportional. The arrogant bastard has every right to be confident.
My thighs clench involuntarily. A wave of heat washes over me that has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with something much more dangerous.
I grab my phone again.
Me:You’re being a fucking asshole to my sister. What is WRONG with you?
Hunter:Olivia and I aren’t in love, Aurora. We’ve barely spoken three sentences to each other. It’s an engagement of convenience that I could break any second.
Me:You can’t just toy with people like this. She’s planning a WEDDING.
Hunter:I don’t want her. I want you. I’ve wanted you since I pulled you back from that cliff.
My fingers hover over the keyboard. What do I even say to that? Every principle I have tells me to block his number, report him to HR, and tell my sister everything. But my body...my body is reacting in ways I can’t control.
Hunter:I can see you thinking, Aurora. Don’t overthink this. We both want the same thing.
I look up at my closed blinds, knowing he’s over there with his cock hard, waiting for my response. Knowing he sent me that picture while looking directly at my office.
I stare at my phone screen, my heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. Heat floods my body, pooling between my thighs, making me shift uncomfortably in my office chair. God, what is wrong with me? This is my sister’s fiancé. This is wrong on so many levels.
But I can’t stop thinking about that picture. About him. About what he’s probably doing right now while looking at my office.
My fingers move before my brain can stop them.
Me:Are you... touching yourself right now?
The three dots appear immediately. He was waiting.
