She lets out a breath. “Enjoy your date from hell.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I end the call and go open the door.
“You look absolutely stunning,” Lester says, handing me a bouquet of red roses.
“Thank you. Let me put these in water, then we can head out.”
“All right.”
The drive was as uncomfortable as I’d envisioned. It’s a relief we’re going to a play after dinner since we can’t talk during the performance, but there is the intermission. I could excuse myself and hide out in the bathroom until it’s over.
We’re at an Italian restaurant. Dad must’ve told him it’s my favorite food to eat. The carbonara smells wonderful, but my appetite is nonexistent. I pick through the pasta, wishing for the conclusion of this night to speed up.
“You look really beautiful tonight,” he says for the tenth time since I got into his car.
“Umm… thanks.”
We lapse into silence again. I can’t take this anymore.
“You can order something else if you’d like.” He nods towards my plate.
“It’s good. I ate too much at lunch.”
“You can get a to-go box.”
“I’ll do that.” I take a sip of my Sprite.
“I’m looking forward to spending a lot more time with you.”
My drink goes down the wrong pipe, causing me to cough uncontrollably.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern etched on his face.
“Yeah,” I croak.
“Initially I had reservations about asking you out, figuring I wouldn’t be your type, but your father assured me I’m the kind of man you need.”
“Shouldn’t we head to the theater?”
I’d rather endure the awkward silence than this line of conversation.
“Oh, you’re right. I completely lost track of time.” He signals the waiter.
Continuing with this farce is going to require superb acting skills.
I’ve been following Pepper all week to gauge her habits and patterns. It’s obvious she wants to be anywhere but here. Her date is too dumb to notice. I recognize him from the church on Wednesday night. He walked Pepper to her car.
Maybe she’s using him for her own selfish gain. It wouldn’t surprise me; women are deceptive. Why else would Pepper agree to a date with a man she isn’t interested in?
I tailed the pair from her condo to the restaurant. I took a risk coming inside, but it’s not uncommon for people who work together to bump into each other outside the office. I requested a table where my observations wouldn’t be obstructed but far away enough to evade detection. If she spotted me, I’d play it off as a coincidence. Once they left, I acted quickly to avoid losing them.
Unable to trail them inside their next destination, I opt to go back to her condo for a sneak peek at her personal abode. I stop by the hardware store to purchase a set of hex wrenches. Using it and a credit card grants me access to Pepper’s dwelling.
The lights are on, which is a plus for me. I walk through the compact space. The living and dining room are combined. Furniture is sparse—an ugly as hell purple sofa, coffee table, an outdated television, and a rickety white table. Family and Christian-themed photos dot the walls.
Fascinating. Maybe Pepper is a good girl after all, or a bad girl pretending to be good. Either way, I’m making it a priority to find out. I spot the kitchen to the left as I walk down the short hall, but that doesn’t interest me, so I keep moving. To the right is the bathroom. The clothes she wore today lie discarded on the floor. I pick up her pink panties. The wordFridayis on the front—cute. I bring the cotton to my nose, sniffing the decadent scent. Groaning, I savor the mouthwatering aroma. My cock expands to full mast, straining against my zipper for freedom. I lick the crotch of her panties, swallowing her fragrant flavor. Stuffing the thin material into my pocket, I proceed to her bedroom. Her vanilla smell permeates the air.
