Page 111 of Stalker

He took a sip of wine, his facial features indicating he was savoring the moment. Christ. I wanted to be angry with him, but how could I at this point? I’d missed him.

I’d hungered for him.

I’d craved what only he could offer.

And I sensed he knew it.

“My sweet Cassandra. I’m here because you need me just like I need you.”

“What changed?”

“We’ll talk about that later.” He swept to his feet, immediately walking toward me.

While there was still only delicious anticipation, I took a step away.

He stopped in his tracks, grinning as if he was aware this was a game. Our game.

“We can talk about that right now. You were following me.”

“Such a demand, butterfly. Not today.”

“But yesterday. And before. You’ve been in my house before. Haven’t you?”

Exhaling, he took another sip of wine and all I could do was watch his sensual movements. When he placed the glass on the end table, I took another step backwards.

“I’ve enjoyed watching you, discovering what makes you tick.”

A series of sensations swept through me.

“Then you saw what David did yesterday. Didn’t you? You knew he threatened me again.” I sensed I was right the moment his jaw clenched. “You killed him.”

“Do you mean the pig who’d been unfaithful to you for months, long before you discovered his treachery?”

“You were the reason he lost his job.” I should be incensed.

I was titillated instead.

“I did what was necessary to try and keep him away from you. I tried turning a new leaf, but alas, he didn’t listen to my second warning. I don’t allow three strikes, Cassandra. That’s not in my playbook.”

“So you murdered him in cold blood.”

“Yes.”

His easy admittance and his cavalier attitude were abhorrent. Yet so much of me wanted to thank him.

“I can tell you’re happy he’s dead, Lady Butterfly. Isn’t that the truth?”

“You’re crazy.”

“Already established. Answer the question.” He took a long stride toward me. “Tell me how you felt the moment you heard he was dead.”

“I’m an officer of the court. I can’t wish anyone dead.” My skin was prickling, butterflies swarming my stomach.

“Tell me!” His growl penetrated every cell and synapse in my body.

I licked my lips, my breath skipping.

“I just…”

---