A few minutes pass as I lie in wait before her heels click on the floor, the snapping sound growing louder as she strides out of the bathroom and down the hallway.
A waft of her sweet perfume fills my nose as she nears. My eyes roll into the back of my head, floating on clouds of strawberry and vanilla andherthat I want to get lost in forever.
I shrink myself tighter into the doorframe as she strides past the hallway I’m hiding in, not glancing over.
Relief floods my system, and I relax my shoulders when she doesn’t notice me. When she’s safely past, I step out and peek around the corner, watching where she’s going.
A thought passes into my mind that raises a red flag.
We’re farther from the event than needed.
She could have used a restroom mere feet from the main room, but instead, she chose one closer to her father’s office, down an entire floor. I can’t say much though, I took the same path, hoping to get some space to clear my mind. Maybe she wanted to do the same.
I dismiss the thought, watching her hips sway side to side. That burgundy satin hugs her curves in a way that has my fists clenched at my sides and my cock aching in my pants.
She’ll need to take the next right to go back to the elevator and to the event. But she doesn’t. She turns left, heading toward some of the training rooms.
What are you doing?
I one thousand percent should leave her be and go back upstairs …
Curiosity gets the better of me, as it always does when it comes to her.
I step out of the shadows and silently follow her path down the hallway, careful to glance around the corner as little as possible.
Her eyes bounce from her phone to the doorway at her left, like she’s trying to figure out where to go.
I’m so confused.
Determination sets in her features, and she retrieves a set of keys from her purse—ones that I don’t recognize her ever having before—and she unlocks the door, disappearing inside. The door clicks shut behind her.
One of the rooms that our trainers and physical therapists work out of. Maybe her dad sent her to get something.
Don’t follow her.
Don’t get any closer.
You’re already pushing it way further than you should.
But it’s too late. By the time any rational thought begins to form in my mind, I’m already ten feet down the hallway, approaching the doorframe she passed through.
Inching closer, I turn my head and listen inside.
No noise. No heels clicking. Nothing.
What the fuck are you doing, Serena?
There are no windows on these doors, and there’s noway that I’m opening it and giving myself away. I hate that I don’t have a camera hidden in there so I can watch her and track her every movement, like I usually do.
Ugh, this is such a dumb fucking idea.
What am I doing?
I’m riskingeverythingI’ve worked so hard to build between us because I can’t stop myself.
Pathetic.
Dropping my shoulders, I step back, finally ready to head to the event and ask Casper to punch some sense into me.
