Page 195 of Trick or Stalk

Hades: Good.

I smile despite myself.

Then another message arrives.

Hades: I'll come get it tomorrow.

My stomach flips.

Oh, God.

Will my face give me away?

Will he know what happened tonight?

It’s stupid of me to feel this guilty.

It’s not like Hades is my boyfriend.

But I can’t stop it from flooding through me.

Because apparently one terrifying man occupying my thoughts isn’t enough.

I need two.

I release a long sigh, looking around the bookstore. It’s quiet. Empty.

What happened upstairs almost seems like a figment of my imagination.

Except I can still feel the cold mask beneath my fingertips.

Feel his calloused fingers touching me, bringing me to the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in months.

Smell the cedar, smoke, and clean scent that rolled from him.

Once again, the familiarity of that scent hits me.

Could it be?

Then laughter erupts outside, breaking through it.

No. It’s not Hades.

After all, the masked man was hell-bent on finding out who Hades is and what he is to me.

I look at the clock. Seven fifty-five.

“Shit.”

I slide off the stool.

Being chased through a bookstore by a masked stalker destroys my sense of time.

I spot the book still lying on the aisle floor.

I hurry over and retrieve it. I’m about to put it back when I stop.

The masked man didn't knock it down. He was standing by the door when I picked it up.