“Says the psycho stalker.”
I know I shouldn’t rile her up, but she’s so infuriating, and I can’t help sniping at her. I don’t know why, because she could kill me, I’m sure of that, but I just can’t stop myself from pushing her.
“You have no idea who or what I am, Jacob. Might want to be a little more careful about what comes out of your mouth. You say something often enough, and it will happen.”
“You say you’re protecting me, but yet I’m chained. You say you love me, yet I’m here against my will, and you won’t let me go or contact my friends or family.”
“Your friends? The ones who set you up on that terrible blind date who ditched you because you were a ‘nice’ guy?”
“My friends are good people. They thought we would be a good match. How the hell would you know about her?”
She smirks at me and turns to leave. “Wait… I-I don’t want to be on my own.”
She huffs out a laugh. “You want me to stay?” She grins and steps forward. “Why?”
“I want to talk.”
“Do you now?” She takes another step forward, and I sit up and lean closer.
“I want to get to know you.”
“Really?” She steps forward again, and I move to the end of the bed.
“You want to get to know me, Jacob?” she purrs my name at me, and I nod.
“You want to get to know the real me.”
I stand, step towards her, and nod. I lick my bottom lip, and she steps closer so we’re only a foot or so apart, and I lunge for her. She laughs. I grab for the gun, ripping it out of the back of her joggers and pointing it at her. “Let me go.” My hand’s shaking, I hold the gun at arm’s length to keep the distance between us.
“Well, it appears you now hold all the cards, Jacob.” She licks and bites her bottom lip. “So, Jacob, what are you going to do now?”
“Unchain me.”
“I’m not going to do that, Jacob.”
“Stop saying my name like that.”
“Like what?”
“All breathy and shit, stop it. Step back. I will shoot you.”
“No, you won’t, Jacob.” She takes a step forward.
“Don’t move.”
She takes another small step forward and holds her arms out to the side. “I’m not going to let you go, Jacob. It’s not safe.” She takes another step. The gun is right next to her chest, and she smiles at me. “Take the shot, Jacob.”
She steps closer, and the gun pushes between her breasts. Her breathing is calm, while mine is frantic. My heart is racing, my heartbeat is pounding in my ears. I’m starting to sweat, and my hand is shaking. She’s shorter than me, and she looks up at me and tugs her plump pink bottom lip through her teeth. I can’t take my eyes off it. It glistens slightly, and she licks it. I swallow hard.
“Jacob.”
My eyes flick to meet hers. They’re blue, so fucking blue, they shimmer like a lake on a warm summer day. Her breath skates across my cheek, and she leans against the gun, pushing it harder into her chest. The corner of her mouth ticks up into a slight grin, and she winks.
“Jacob,” she whispers out again, and my eyes flutter shut as I take a deep breath.
I open my eyes, and she’s still standing there, arms wide, gun pressed between her breasts in her tight white vest top. I can see the mound of her breasts and the top of her lacy bra peeking out. I swallow again. My mouth waters, and she grins, full-on grins at me, and I blink and blink again before I gasp and take a step back.
My hand starts to shake again, and my voice comes out breathy. “Don’t come any closer.” I’m panting, and my ears are ringing. I’m shaking all over now, and she takes a step back and lowers her arms, then crosses them over her chest, and it pushes her breasts together, the full mound rising and falling gently with each breath. She stands there, waiting, for what I’m not sure.
