Page 20 of Restless Obsession

Unfortunately, I hadn’t caught even the tiniest glimpse of him despite the number of trick-or-treaters we’d had this year.

I glanced over at the bottle of wine and the plate of frosted apple cinnamon rolls sitting next to it. I’d picked it up thinking I could just invite myself over after regretting not taking him up on joining me on my errands. I was about to reach for them to do just that when the doorbell rang again, and I shook my head.

No, I wasn’t that girl.

I wasn’t going to invite myself over to try and snoop to see if my suspicions on Vic were correct. Worst case, I had delicious apple cinnamon rolls for breakfast for the rest of the week. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror next to my door. My kitten makeup was still perfectly done. I adjusted my kitty ears before grabbing the bowl of candy and opening the door to greet a group of trick-or-treaters.

By ten before nine, I was out of candy and had put a sign on my door saying as much. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I thought my kitten makeup had held up well as I pulled the cat ears off and unplaited the French braid I’d plaited my strawberry-blonde hair in.

My thoughts went to my sexy neighbor. Not that they had stirred too far from him all night.

Every knock, I’d been certain it would be him coming over to say hi. To confess who he was. I smirked and shut myself at how stupid that sounded. What would I have even done had he done something like that?

The man had moved in next door a month ago, and I’d never spoken to him until yesterday. For all I knew, since it was getting late, god only knew when I’d see him again. I was pretty sure this morning, both of us leaving at the exact same time had been some kind of kismet-like coincidence. It wasn’t like he was sitting around listening to every step I took.

The thought was so crazy, so unhinged, I giggled.

But reality set in, and I hated the deep disappointment I felt knowing I probably wouldn’t bump into Victor for a while. It wasn’t like we had exchanged information. Maybe I had been wrong thinking they were one and the same? Maybe it was just my poor hopeless romantic side glaring right through?

I grabbed my ears and put the headband back on, fluffing my now crimped hair before slipping my cell phone out and typing out a text to Daddy, who I was still convinced was my sexy neighbor.

Me: Happy Halloween! Were you able to make it home in time to give out candy?

I asked, snapping a picture with a smile and sending it to him.

Almost immediately, I watched three little bubbles bounce about before my phone pinged with a text. Daddy had mentioned having to wrap some stuff up on a work project and how he would probably not be able to

Daddy: Happy Halloween, Sunny girl. I did mostly. You look cute, kitten. A black kitty cat for Halloween is a classic.

I blinked and re-read the text. A classic. Just what Victor had said.

We had been texting throughout the day, and nothing had hinted that maybe I was right about Victor and Daddy being the same man, but now…

Me: What did you dress up as?

Daddy: My girl curious?

Me: About Daddy? Always.

Honesty was the best policy when it came to the man who had seriously gotten under my skin.

So much I was hoping that there was some kind of chance my hot neighbor and him were the same person. Maybe I had heard what I wanted to hear? My text was read, but no bubbles instantly popped up, so I walked into my bedroom.

In there was the cute little schoolgirl costume I’d ordered to dress up in for my late-night webcamming. The white blouse was skintight and buttoned up to a Peter Pan collar like any other private school would wear.

But the skirt?

That’s where the costume was more different than anything I had ever seen before. It was a pink and black tartan plaid skirt with a little frilly ribbon at the hem that just happened to fall to mid-thigh. It wasn’t outlandishly in-your-face skanky, left a smidge of something to the imagination yet was still hot as hell.

Therefore, the perfect thing to wear to work on Halloween.

“Why’d you say you had to work!” I chastised myself as I changed out of my black bodysuit. I could have hung out with Victor longer and listened to the deep timbre of his voice a little more to make sure and figure out if, in fact, he was Daddy.

“It’s probably just another coincidence,” I murmured to myself as I changed into the new costume. “One of many in a long line of them.” I glanced at myself in the mirror and tilted my head.

That was a lot of coincidence, though, wasn’t it?

Too many to have out it on the world being smaller than we think?