He didn’t phrase it like a question, and my hackles went up slightly. I took in a deep breath as our eyes met, though, and I relaxed into the moment.
“Okay. I will go to dinner with you. But nothing else. Until you end your marriage with Scarlet, my body is off limits.” I felt my pussy protest when I said that. My nipples even got hard as I undressed him in my imagination. I considered doing it right now in my office. There was the bed in the surrogate room.Fuck, Reggie. Stop that.
“Excellent. You won’t regret it, Reggie. I’ll pick you up at two on Wednesday afternoon.”
“That will be perfect.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Hard. It took me by surprise and my body betrayed me. I returned the kiss with as much passion as he gave. Two, three, four more kisses followed before I placed both hands on his chest and separating us.
“You need to work on your body’s security system, Reggie. That didn’t feel like off limits.” He teased with a smirk that could easily remove my panties.
“That will be handled by Wednesday. Now get out of here. I need to close up and get to my newly secured home.”
I watched Dirk’s ass as he walked away, and I felt some dampness in my panties. It would be so damn hard to not give in to Dirk after dinner. I suddenly wanted the next week to go by as quickly as possible.
I also didn’t want to experience whatever Scarlet had in store for me.
Chapter26
Final Warning
I drove home,still on edge, but slightly relieved. Traffic raced by, mixed with car horns, which kept me focused on my driving and pulled me away from my thoughts. That didn’t keep me from thinking about how Scarlet might threaten me.
Knowing she was behind my recent problems was one thing. Knowing her next step was another. Each stop light or slowdown in traffic gave my mind time to focus on the potential drama with Scarlet.
I understood why she wanted to save her marriage. Dirk was rich, handsome, and, from what I could tell, a caring man. From first hand experience, I knew he was good in bed. Images of his eyes staring at me when I stripped before him at the Cherry Pie club danced through my head. My skin, bare during the warm LA spring weather, formed goose bumps as I remembered his hands roaming my body in the Cherry Pit, the private dance room at the club.
A car horn blared behind me, pulling me out of my sensual memories. A red Porsche behind me laid on the horn again. I glanced up and realized the stop light was green and pressed the accelerator. My tires on my gold Lexus squealed as I peeled out and sped through the intersection, only to have to stop as traffic waited to move through the next intersection.
I focused on the road and especially my rear-view mirror as I slowly advanced through traffic to my home. The red Porsche disappeared from my mirror and sped past me when we finally hit an open stretch. The rev of its engine, as it did so, made me flinch.
Jumpy much?
Still paranoid, I kept watching vehicles behind me, paid attention at lights, and tried to get home without freaking myself out. I even turned off the radio, tired of hearing the afternoon traffic reports.
“Black SUV. Blue Lincoln. Green Corvette.” I named off the vehicles I saw behind me just to ease my mind.
As I entered the residential streets of my neighborhood, I breathed a sigh of relief. Checking my mirror again, I noticed the black SUV turned as well.
“He’s not following you, Reggie. Relax. There’s at least five black SUVs in your neighborhood.” I tried to reassure myself. It didn’t work.
At the next turn, the vehicle turned as well. Then, at the second.He? Why not she? The driver could easily be a female. It could be Scarlet.
When my next turn approached, I pressed down on the accelerator and sped past it. The black vehicle sped up. I made the first left turn that came up and my pursuer—he or she was definitely pursuing me now—turned right behind me. I sped up again before braking for another quick turn to the right. Speeding down curving lanes before two more right turns put me back on the road, which would lead me home. The black SUV persistently stayed right behind me.
I sped past the turn to my condo, only feet ahead of the vehicle pursuing me. Glances in my rear-view mirror could not make out anyone in the vehicle.
In a panic, I pulled to the curb and slammed on the brakes, sliding twenty or thirty feet with screeching tires before I stopped just a foot from slamming into a large Ford pickup. The black SUV screeched as well, but stopped several feet ahead of me, still in the middle of the street.
I couldn’t see anything through the tinted windows, but I was sure the driver and who knows how many passengers stared at me. Images of car windows rolling down and semi-automatic gun barrels sticking out the window aimed at me flashed through my brain. I closed my eyes and leaned into the steering wheel, on the verge of tears.
Squealing tires and a revving engine startled my eyes open as the vehicle sped away. My heart beat loudly in my chest like the bass beat of a song at a dance club. The only sound after the SUV disappeared was my panting breath as I tried to calm down. My body shook, and I had to grip the steering wheel to keep my hands from shaking.
I couldn’t tell where the SUV went because of the huge pickup in front of me. SUPERDUTY, in large letters on the tailgate of the pickup, stared back at me as my chest heaved from hyperventilating.
I was still alive.
I thought of calling Dirk, but I wanted to settle down first.
