“Whoever you are, I’ve already called the police!” I stood with the weapon in both hands, dancing from foot to foot.
I don’t know how the intruder managed but he was on his feet quickly, lunging toward me even before I could take another swing.
He shoved me against the wall with enough force the air was ripped from my lungs. Everything happened so quickly, I couldn’t stop him from yanking my security weapon from my hand. The bastard actually growled at me when he slammed it on the back of the toilet.
“Goddamn it. What the fuck, lady?”
“Get off me!” I managed a single brutal punch against his jaw.
“Fuck. Ouch. Ouch.” He had one hand wrapped around my throat within a split second. With the other, he snapped his fingers around my fisted hand, preventing me from punching him again. “Calm the fuck down.”
The voice.
Whoa.
No.
Hold on. I recognized the voice. That wasn’t possible. Was it? Not again. What was going on?
Not three times in one day. It wasn’t possible. He’d come to finish me off.
After blinking a few times, his face came into focus. “You!” The single word from my mouth was barely audible.
“Oh, this is insane. What in the hell are you doing here?”
I continued struggling, horrified that I hadn’t paid attention he was following me. The entire day.
“No, I don’t need to tell you anything.”
The look on his face was one of incredulousness. “Okay, little ballerina, this is soon to be all about you. You broke into this house. You’re not supposed to be here. Now, you and I are going to have a conversation about who you are and who you work for. You will tell me the truth.”
Was he kidding me?
“Me? What do you mean who I work for? From what I remember about last night, you were intently watching me, including undressing me with your eyes.” Oops. Well, the cat was out of the bag.
“Me? You didn’t seem to mind what happened after you danced. Did you? Were you just playing a game of seduction?”
“Oh, yeah, right. I don’t know who you are, buddy, but you’re definitely not supposed to be here.”
“You fuckin’ hit me.” Hissing, he shook his head, which caused me to glance at his forehead. He was bleeding from a large gash. Good. He deserved the pain for breaking in.
“Of course I hit you. You’re a criminal. You’re stalking me. Three times in one day isn’t normal. And I don’t know what last night was other than a huge mistake.”
“That’s not what you said after your fourth orgasm. Or was it your sixth?”
Oh, the man was infuriating. Heat washed across every surface of skin. Words of hatred were ready to spew from my mouth. “In your dreams, buddy. Are you so insensitive that when a girl left you alone in bed you had a possessive streak and decided to stalk me?” This conversation was going nowhere. We were both on edge, in an entirely different way than we should be. Even with blood streaming down his face, he was fully aroused.
“I’m doing no such thing. I have every right to be here. You do not. Now, make it easier on yourself. Calm down so we can talk.”
“Calm down? Are you kidding me?”
“Not in the least. I don’t want to find the need to hurt or restrain you, but I will, if necessary,” he gritted out.
“My God. You’re some kind of horrible criminal. I don’t know anything. I should have known better. What was wrong with me last night?”
Now, the bastard grinned since he knew every inch of my body. “If you ask me, not a damn thing.”
While I was doing my best to keep from falling prey to the building rage, I was suddenly losing the battle. He was far too strong. If I didn’t get away from him, I might not survive. I struggled with everything I had to try to free myself. In doing so, a rush of cool air slipped all the way my toes.
