I couldn’t figure that guy out. He was a walking dichotomy.
Abruptly, the peace of my afternoon was interrupted by the steady approach of deep bass and that strange robotic squeal that Cal had been blasting when he left that morning.
Despite the heat of the sun, my body went cold, and all the hair on my arms stood on end.
He was back.
I turned slowly to see a very large, expensive black SUV pull up. It looked like a mini tank and was clearly meant for offroading. It probably cost more than most people’s homes from the look of it, and my jaw dropped as my new stalker hopped out of the driver’s seat with that infuriating grin on his face.
He had his skull bandana tied around his neck, and he slid his black Ray-Bans down his nose to give me that look that made me feel like he could see right through my clothes.
“You look good on your knees, ginger snap,” he said, sucking in his lip ring suggestively.
My cheeks burned, and I leapt to my feet, brandishing my sheers at him. He glanced at the sharp object with an amused cock of his head.
“If you have a blood kink, just say so. I have more sanitary options in the wagon.” He winked at me. “Wouldn’t want you getting an infection. Nothing hot about intravenous antibiotics. I can tell you that for free.”
“What!? I don’t have ablood kink!” I exclaimed, tossing the shears away from me as if they had burned me. How did he make literallyeverythingsexual?
He just smirked and made his way to the back of his crazy murder mobile, popping the back open and gesturing for me to come closer.
“How do you know? You ever bleed someone during sex?”
“Of course not!”
“Ever let anyone bleed you?”
“No!”
“Then how do you know you don’t have a blood kink?”
My mouth opened and closed several times as I struggled to find the words to respond.
“While you figure it out, want to come give me a hand?” he asked, and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself coming around the SUV to peer inside.
If I had no words before, I certainly didn’t have any now.
This fucking psychopath had abodyin the back of his car!
It was expertly wrapped in thick, opaque plastic, but even if I wasn’t a mortician, I wouldn’t have any trouble identifying the large morbid package for what it was.
I gaped at Cal, and my hands suddenly began to quiver.
“You… you really did it. You killed him!”
“Duh,” Cal said noncommittally before reaching forward and dragging the corpse closer to him. He moved the body so easily as if this grown-ass dead man weighed nothing. I stepped away reflexively as he hiked the corpse over his shoulder, the plastic crinkling as it moved.
“This is insane.You’reinsane!” I rambled, and he shot me another easy grin over his shades.
“Again, I say, Duh.” He smirked before heading toward the back door of my house. I scrambled after him, feeling panicked.
Where was he taking that body!? Not into my fucking house!
But I couldn’t speak. I was pretty sure I was going into shock.
“Can you get the door, please?” he asked politely, and I considered refusing for a moment before I realized that the longer this man had this corpse slung over his shoulder in my fucking backyard, the more likely it was someone would see me with him and potentially call the cops.
I opened the door, and he strode into my kitchen, glancing back at me quizzically.
