Page 22 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

My stomach turned remembering those days. I hated that man. I wanted him to rot in jail for the rest of his life. I just didn’t want to be the one to put him there.

Not when it would cost me my life.

My eyes drifted closed and I squeezed them tight. Those days were long behind me now. I’d spent too much time and effort putting my life back together to let him ruin it all over again. I was better than that. I deserved a better life.

Yes. Eight is fine. Should I send you my address or do you want me to meet you somewhere? I don’t need a car.

I guessI was going through with meeting him again. I had no idea why because I knew it wasn’t something that could go anywhere. He obviously had a taste for certain things, that while fun to try once, weren’t a life goal. But as my tingling body could readily attest to, I was willing to give him one more night. Another night of fun with the sexiest man I’d ever met would not be a hardship. And it might get me through the rest of the winter alone.

The phone’s ping snagged my attention.

No. I don’t need your address. A car will be at your apartment at eight sharp. I will see you then.

What the ever loving hell?Or more appropriate, what the hell was I getting myself into? He magically/creepily had my phone number that I gave out to no one. He already seemed to know where I live even though I definitely didn’t give him that information. He knew where I worked. And I still didn’t even know his name.

I was either the dumbest woman on the planet, or he was some kind of crazy spy with a secret identity. The chuckle that bubbled up frightened me. This probably wasn’t a laughing matter. This had stalker/serial killer written all over it. Then I remembered the monitors at the Glass Kat. Okay, maybe not serial killer since our first meeting was well documented and that didn’t seem like a thing a criminal would want.

But stalker was still a very real possibility. Did I want to be stalked by him? Yes! No, of course not. No one wanted to be pursued by a beautiful, likely wealthy man with a mouth that knew how to give pleasure in indescribable ways.

Harper.

The appearanceof my name on the screen startled me.

Yes?I typed back.

Alex.

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