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My vagina convulsed. Because I knew. I knew he wasn’t done with me even before he flipped me over, cupped my pubis, pulled me up to my knees, and then dove his hand between them, rubbing my clit until, genuflected before him, I came for him again.
I was gasping and shuddering still as he pulled me up in front of him and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his body, his mouth working my neck.
I’d just recovered from my climax, but was still riding that buzz, when he said, “Good morning.”
At first, I just blinked.
Then I burst out laughing.
* * *
I wasin my office later that morning when Zoey showed at the door.
I didn’t like the look on her face when she did.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
She walked in and sat in the chair opposite me.
“We got another freaky email from that weird chick…or dude,” she said.
I was no stranger to getting all variety of feedback and communication from people.
But recently, there’d been a spate from [email protected], so not only were the messages weird, the email address didn’t thrill me.
Hale and I weren’t official. Those pictures of us from the gala were everywhere, but it wasn’t like anyone knew we were dating yet.
Even so, since the gala, every day, I’d been getting emails from that account.
The thing that made these seem more, though, was that the first day we started getting them, there were over a hundred of them, all of them saying the same three words:He’s not yours.
Totally obsessive. Totally bizarre. Totally disturbing.
“Just delete it,” I said.
“I think we should, I don’t know, report it,” Zoey replied. “Or find some cyber security firm who can…”
She trailed off, because like me, she didn’t know what anyone could do about it.
“This comes with the territory, Zoey,” I reminded her.
“I know, but there’s something different about these emails. They give me the bona fide creeps.”
“Yes, and when we put out that interview with Luna Bevin, half the incels across the globe wrote in to tell us what a wronged man Andrew Winston was, any bitch could cry rape, and how people like Luna were emasculating the male gender. I interviewed Hale and then was photographed with him, and both probably triggered this person. They’ll move on.”
“No, they won’t, because you’re seeing him, and that’s bound to come out,” she returned, then she suggested, “Maybe you should tell Hale.”
He probably got this same thing, a thousand-fold. He didn’t need me to add one of my crazies to his list. Then again, with that email address, he probably got email from her, or him, already. And he had way more resources to do something about it if something could be done.
“We’ll just keep an eye on it for now. File it in the red flags file, okay?”
She didn’t look like she liked it, but she nodded.
I went back to work.
* * *
Hale was walkingtoward me when I got off his elevator that night.
