“Who do you want me to be?” I typed back and hit send.
The flashing dots appeared immediately, and then disappeared again. A few seconds and they were back. Thank fuck.
“I think you have the wrong number.”
Come on, babe, take the bait.
I rushed to text back. “I know I have the right one. I’ll be anyone you need me to be.”
Her response was immediate this time. “Hmm…can you be a serial killer because I need someone to kill this conversation.”
A laugh burst from my lungs. My girl had jokes. “Haha, you wound me. I don't think I'll recover from that one.”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
This woman wasn’t doing herself any favors by being sassy. It turned me on that much more. “You’re right. It is a me problem. Just like you’re a me problem.”
The dots disappeared as quickly as they had flashed on the screen. A few minutes ticked by.
“A rando texts me and calls me a problem. Doesn’t seem like a conversation I’m interested in.”
This was going south, so time to pull out the big guns.
“Fine, enough games. You know I’m Zander, Finigirl.”
The text was read immediately. No typing indicator came, and I knew I’d stopped her in her tracks. If she suspected it was Zander on the other end of the line, she couldn’t know for sure, but now she did. I assumed I would be left on read for a while so I left the living room in search of a glass of water.
Sliding the phone in my pocket, I grabbed a glass from the cabinet. The water had just begun to pour from the fridge when my sweatpantsdinged. I forced myself to fill the glass full and take a drink before I checked the message.
“How did you get my number? I’m not in the fucking mood for this shit. I’ve already felt like I was being watched tonight so this is par for the fucking course.”
My blood ran cold. What the fuck? Someone was watchingher? Not that I was opposed to the idea of watching her myself, my cock stirring a bit at the notion, but anger surged to the forefront of my mind at the thought of anyone else watching her.
“Where are you? Are you hurt?” I sent the message without hesitation.
She read the text instantly but didn’t start typing. My thumb hovered over the call button, unease churning in my gut. Then a thought popped into my mind. What if she was playing with me too? What if she said those things to get me to call her? I wasn’t quite ready to give her my voice live yet so I waited.
She finally started typing. “Are you trying to get me to tell you where I am so you can come murder me or some fucked up shit?”
Annoyance made my rage worse. “Goddammit, tell me you’re safe and unharmed or I actually will find you and see for myself.”
She responded quickly. “I’m fine. I’m safe. Not that it matters to a famous voice actor.”
I released a hard breath. Thank fuck. Suddenly, my weekend was booked full of research. I needed to know more about her, and why she was afraid.
“Good. Next time, answer me when I ask a question. Your safety is no joke.”
“Why do you care?” she messaged quickly.
My fingers flew over the letters on the phone. “Because I’m actually a decent person. But if someone were to be followed only to be pushed against a wall and kissed, then I could probably get behind that.”
“I don’t know whether to say thank you or fuck you.”
I smirked at her set up to turn the conversation the directionI wanted. “How about you thank me for fucking you with my voice, and we can call it even.”
“ I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t be coy, Finigirl. Why else would you pay for the highest tier of my content if you weren’t getting off to my voice?”
