Page 4 of Secret Admirer

Trixie steps outside and looks up and down the sidewalk as if she’ll see whoever it is.

One thing I know is it isn’t me. I only found my Goddess yesterday. Does she feel me watching her right now? I don’t want to be a part of what’s upsetting her. This overwhelming sense of protectiveness fills me, giving me purpose. My only problem is how can I protect her when I’m stuck walking around? I need to find out where she lives so I can keep an eye out in case there really is someone watching her.

It wouldn’t surprise me for Coco to have multiple men watching her every move. The way her hips swish could hypnotize any man into following her to the ends of the Earth.

Walking back inside, she slings an arm around Coco’s shoulders. “Do you want to stay at my place until you move this weekend?”

Strike finding out where she lives until she moves. Maybe by then, I can find my bike that went missing while I was sleeping my first night here. One of my only possessions stolen right out from under my nose.

“Maybe if I was packed, but I haven’t even started. Remind me why I hired movers to come this weekend and got out of my lease?”

“Because you want out of that shitty apartment and you get to move into that awesome house your parents just finished building.”

Coco wraps her arms around herself. She looks like she could fall apart at any moment and I want nothing more than to replace her arms with mine. “I texted my dad last night when I was looking around my apartment for the boogieman.” She laughs harshly.

“Oh babe. I’m sorry. You should have texted me.”

“I know.” She hangs her head. “I felt stupid.”

“If you heard something and feel like someone’s watching you, there’s no reason to feel foolish. Don’t downplay your instincts. A woman’s intuition is a powerful thing. I told you all along that Dwayne was a huge douchebag.”

Coco laughs and it reminds me of a fairy frolicking in the forest. “That you did. I should have listened to your instincts from the beginning.”

They’re quiet as they stand at the window both seemingly looking out at nothing.

“Maybe I should sell the house?” Coco twists her fingers together.

“Hell no! That place is amazing. If I could afford it, I would build one exactly like it. Plus, it will have a top of the line security system in it that will make you feel better once you’re in the house.”

Knowing she’ll have a security system makes me feel slightly better, but I’d feel much better if I could keep my eye on her.

“I guess.” Coco glances out the window one last time and then walks to where I can’t see her.

“You guess? I know!” Trixie stomps off after her.

I can’t hear anything now that they’ve moved farther away. I want to advance closer, but I don’t want to be spotted or for my Goddess to feel me watching her.

I head down the street until I’m far enough away no one at the salon will see me cross and come back. My steps slow as I get closer and hear murmuring.

“Maybe you should call your clients and reschedule. That way you can go home to pack and get some rest.”

My steps falter. If Coco leaves, I won’t see her for the rest of the day or be able to protect her. I check the area to see if I notice anyone skulking around. Oasis is starting to get busier but there’s not much foot traffic and no one looks out of place.

Except me.

“I don’t want to do that to my clients. Plus, I feel safe here.”

“Okay,” Trixie draws out the word. “Do you want me to come over tonight after work and help you pack?”

“That would be great, but I can’t ask you to do that. You’re already giving me time off for the move. Plus, everyone knows packing sucks balls.”

Trixie cackles. “Truer words have never been spoken. I don’t know why you didn’t hire someone to pack up all your stuff.”

I slide down the side of the building to sit on the sidewalk. Pulling my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and rest my head on top as I listen.

“Ugh. I don’t want some stranger going through my underwear drawer.”

“You do know that you can pack up what you don’t want them to see and have them do the rest, right?”

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