Page 170 of Trick or Stalk

“That explains nothing.”

“That's intentional.”

“Give me your phone.”

I blink. “Excuse me?”

“Your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because you wanted my number the day you got locked in the storage room.”

My mouth falls open. “How do you know that?”

“I don't.” His mouth curves. “I do now.”

My face flames with embarrassment.

He smirks, enters his number, calls himself so he has mine, then hands it back.

I look up at him. “That’s a little presumptuous.”

He stares at me intently. “Is it?”

I can’t say a word when I look into those smoky eyes. My pulse pounds, my breathing hitches, and I really want him to kiss me.

And do all kinds of unspeakable things to me.

He flips his phone in his hands, then leans closer.

I freeze, caught under his spell.

“You’re the one who admitted you wanted my number.”

“Shut up.”

He smirks. “By the way, thanks for the book rec. I’m going to need more.”

I gape at him in surprise. “You finished it?”

He folds his arms, an amused expression on his face. “Of course. Wanna quiz me?”

I fire questions at him.

What was the heroine’s profession?

What was her stalker’s profession?

What gifts did he leave her?

He answers every question without hesitation.

“Wow. I guess you did read it.”

He takes a step closer.

Even though there’s a counter separating us, it feels like nothing’s between us. The heat of his body is like a mini furnace.