Page 18 of Craved By You
“Here,” the voice said and I stuck my arm out from behind the curtain and took hold of the towel that she presented me with. Impressed that she just happened to have a spare.
I hesitated. “Is everything okay?”
??“Someone reported seeing a man come in here.” I could tell she was searching, hoping to catch him hiding behind one of the super-thin shower curtains. “Have you noticed anyone?”
??“No.” It was time that I put on an act better than ever. “But I’ve been in the steam room and the shower, so it’s possible I got lucky and just missed him.”
“Fucking pervert.” The attendant sounded annoyed. “I don’t know why some men think they are so entitled.” She started to walk away. “Let me know if you see or hear anything.”
“Will do,” I said, quietly snickering to myself. I finished drying off and then stepped out of the shower to finish getting dressed and ready to head home.
Chapter 10
Colt
Colt: Ouch. A pervert huh?
Astrid: Well, you WERE in the women’s locker room.
Colt: Only looking at one woman, who happens to belong to me.
Astrid: ??I don’t think anyone besides you would feel that makes you any less of a perv.
Colt: ??Come to my concert tomorrow.
Astrid: ??Are you asking or is that a demand?
Colt: It depends on your answer.
Before she could respond, I flung my phone onto the passenger seat and sped away. Any reply would derail my focus from tonight’s mission. She was a distraction, a welcome one, but nonetheless I had to focus.
I couldn’t fuck up.
??It would ruin everything.
I pulled up to The Shack a few moments later and cut the engine so that I could sit in silence and think about what I was getting ready to do. Astrid had made it quite difficult to get set up for tonight, but luckily I didn’t have to wait for a concert to corner tonight’s victim.
It was interesting to me, a podcast host renting out my space was doing weekly excerpts on disappearances and other local crimes. Yet, when he wasn’t recording, he was out on the streets.
Perhaps he thought it would help keep his secrets hidden and he would never have to worry about being a suspect. Until he started sharing his own stories, trying to pass them off as something he was looking into because the local authorities wouldn’t listen or do their jobs.
Don’t worry, James.Ilistened, and did my own research, which led me right to your basement. The poorly cleansed workspaces and signs of struggle lingered in the cracks and crevices of the walls.
Slowly, I stepped out of my car. Even though I hated the thought of leaving Astrid alone for long, I left my phone in the seat to prevent any further distractions. I walked back tothe trunk of my car, the quiet air granting me serenity as my footsteps clomped across the gravel.
In my trunk was my bag. It held all of the essentials that I would need to ensure tonight was a success, including the mask that I always wore in an attempt to keep my identity a secret. The biggest reason I wore masks for the concert was not because women seemed to get turned on by it, but because it helped conceal who I really was in the instance I needed to take someone out.
??I could care less who in the crowd had a mask kink.
The only woman I wanted to turn on already belonged to me. My cock pulsed at the thought ofher.
In this case, my identity had already been given up and he knew exactly who I was. He wouldn’t live to tell a soul. The mask would just help me keep my head in tonight’s game, a bit of normalcy I needed. I grabbed the mask and the bag. Part of me wanted to rush through and get the job done so I could get home and see what Astrid was up to.
I needed to make sure she was at least drinking water.
The other part of me knew that I couldn’t get sloppy now. I couldn’t allow myself to have a situation like James did that gave me away so easily.
In the distance I could hear the hoot of an owl. It felt encouraging, like a “go on, you’ve got this.” I took a deep breath and headed to the door, my feet dragging across the gravel no matter how careful I tried to be.
