I sit back.
Chest tight.
Cock aching.
I’m pathetically thrilled.
She noticed me.
She wants me.
She’s stalking me.
And I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
I close it fast.
Grab the next.
Vitaly.
My breath comes out in a loud sigh.
Relief. Pure fucking relief.
She’s not connected to the money laundering.
She’s stalking him.
Just like she stalked the others.
Just like she’s stalking me.
My cock fights to get out of my zipper as I read about her and his washcloth.
About her in his shower.
Fucking herself with something he touched.
This woman is going to own me.
And I’m going to let her.
I glance back at my notebook.
Take it? Leave it?
I pull out the panties. Keep the bra in my pocket.
Pull out a glitter pen and under her notes about my capable hands and observant eyes, I add:
You missed something. I take my coffee black. And I like to be watched too. - R
Then I sit there.
Staring at what I just wrote.
Realizing I just left a love note for a woman I’m supposed to be investigating.
