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He doesn’t say anything, just offers me a dip of his head as I walk out the door.
SIX
To say I’m freaked out would be putting it lightly. I’m so glad I convinced Shar to stay the night. I would not be able to be alone in this apartment. I thought I was going crazy with that feeling of being watched. Tonight my suspicions were confirmed. I’m not crazy, and Iambeing watched. Followed. Stalked…
But by whom? Who the hell is watching my every move? Who would want to?
Even I’m not stupid enough to think Casper is texting me from beyond the grave. Whoever this is, it’s a real-life person. An asshole is more like it. I was on my way to getting laid tonight until those messages came through. Though I was still willing to bet whoever was on the other end was all talk. And I wasn’t about to give in.
Then Breanna McKinley of all people walked up, whispered something in Zander’s ear, and left. I would recognise her anywhere. It’s hard not to. We’ve met before at a few charity functions I’ve attended with my parents. I wouldn’t say I know her, just that I knowofher. She’s the heir to the McKinley fortune, meaning her net worth rivals my family’s. I also know she’s engaged to Ash Williamson, who owns every nightclub worth visiting in Australia.
I saw the split-second of surprise when she recognised me, and then she smiled and walked off. Quickly followed by Zander, who I thought was destined to be my latest one-night stand.
I’m so tempted to press call on this number and find out who the hell is following me, who the hell thinks they can control what orwhoI do. I can’t stop reading the messages. Looking for any hint of who it could be. I wonder if it’s the same person who sent the tulips. I decide to go out on a limb and assume it is. But maybe I can find out for sure…
Before I can talk myself out of it, I type a message to my mystery man… orwoman. I don’t discriminate when it comes to psychopaths.
Me:
Thank you for the tulips.
What the hell am I doing? Whoever this person is, they’re a complete nutjob. I shouldn’t be encouraging any kind of communication with them. Even knowing that, I can’t help the way my heart starts beating faster as the little dots indicating they’re replying to my message pop up on the screen.
Unknown:
Blue tulips represent things that are one of a kind. And you, Little Bee, are one of those things.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. How am I meant to respond tothat? As I’m contemplating that very question, another message pops up.
Unknown:
Why aren’t you sleeping?
This one I can answer.
Me:
Because I’m worked up and stressed, and someone made the remedy to my current predicament disappear on me tonight.
Unknown:
Your remedy for stress is some douchebag with too much hair gel?
Me:
Yep.
I know I should stop. I should block this creep’s number and maybe move or something. I could go and stay at my parents’ house for a bit…
Unknown:
I can help relieve some of that stress for you.
Yeah, I bet you can, creeper.
Me:
How exactly do you plan on doing that?
