But do I want Leo to know? Would it be so bad if he did?
Yes. Bad. Very bad.
“You haven’t texted me back in eight hours. You answered the phone, which tells me you’re alive. But the fact that you never responded means you’re avoiding me.”
I blink.
Wait. He’s serious.
He— I’m going to cry. Or scream. Or both. He caresabout me. HenoticedI wasn’t replying.
Better yet, hemissed me.
Dare I say he may evenlikeme.
A stupid, dopey smile splits across my face, and damn if it doesn’t make me ateensybit hornier. I clamp my teeth on my bottom lip, grinding my core against the towel. “Maybe I’ve been busy.”
Shit. Was that too breathy? I think I sounded too breathy. I’m a lusty whore right now.
“You’ve been busy before and texted me just fine.” There’s a hint of smugness to him that I can’t place the reason for.
“Okay. Then I was playing hard to get.”
Am I flirting? I’m totally flirting.Out loud.
With Leo motherfucking Duval.
Stay calm, Mina.
“I’d be careful if I were you.”
“Oh?” I’m about to pass out.
“I’d advise against that. I’m a bad day away from hunting you down and having my way with you.” He drops his voice low. “A word of advice? You won’t like me when I get impatient.”
“Why?” My throat bobs. I’m shaking everywhere. “What will you do?”
“The men in your books look like a fucking joke compared to what I’ll do to you.”Books?Like the ones I read? “So you better not leave your door unlocked. Someone might come in.”
Note to self: call a therapist after this.
Or maybe leave the door unlocked and a light on for good measure.
The air punches from my lungs. My brain takes its own liberties, flashing hundreds of images that truly bring out my inner slut because I’m rolling my hips unapologetically. I can picture it: him in a ski mask, slipping through my window, taking me while I’m asleep.
I’m going to make that a reality. Somehow. Some way. It’s going to happen. Maybe.
I didn’t think home invasions were my kink, yet here we are. I learn something new about myself every day.
My daydreaming is getting the better of me, like it always does, because instead of replying, I’m rolling my hips against the towel, imagining Leo’s heavy breaths coming through the speaker are real. That he’s behind me. Pushing me against the bed. Taking me just like?—
“Am I interrupting?”
I squeak, going stock-still.
You fucking dumbass.
“Uh.” I’m personifying a fish, opening my mouth and closing it, willing my one remaining brain cell to conjure a single thought. “Um. Yeah, I was in the middle of something.”
