Page 189 of Trick or Stalk

Why did I say that?

He stares at me.

I want the floor to open and swallow me. “Forget I said that.”

He takes a step closer.

“Nope. We're done here.” I point toward the stairs. “You can go stalk someone else now.”

He doesn't move.

“Go.”

Nothing.

I fold my arms.

His distorted voice finally breaks the silence. “What were you expecting?”

My vagina immediately resigns from active duty.

I stare at him. “I⁠—”

Can’t find the words.

Apparently my entire vocabulary has abandoned me.

His head tilts.

“Stop doing that.”

His shoulders move again.

“Stop laughing at me!”

He stops and just stares at me.

I drop my arms. “Was the package from you?”

He doesn’t say a word.

“Just tell me that.”

Nothing.

“Please?”

He stares at me for another long second.

“You are infuriating!”

He chuckles. A low, dark chuckle that makes my legs shake and my panties damp.

He moves closer, his hand closing around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze, just shows me who’s in control.

Newsflash: it’s not me.

Before I can process what he’s doing, he spins me around so I’m staring out the window.