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Book secured, I head back toward Annie’s. I am officially fucking starving and I need a burger and fries before I lose my shit. Once inside, I am assaulted with dozens of heavenly smells. From freshly baked bread, to eggs and bacon, and most importantly, the fries. The smell of those damn fries has my mouth watering like crazy. After looking around for a minute, I notice that there is no-one else here . I can’t even see anyone who works here, so I sit down at a booth by the front window and just wait for the waitress to make her appearance. I already know what I'll be ordering, so when she gets here at least I can get my order in right away.
While I wait for him or her to show up from wherever the hell they are, I decide to pull out my phone and start looking for costume ideas. There are thousands of options, but I am looking for something that will be not only sexy on me but as ironic as possible. That's when I see it. Little Red Riding Hood.
How fucking perfect would it be to dress up as Little Red while I am hiding my own big, bad wolf?
Right as I go to put my phone away, the waitress comes out of the kitchen. Pretty damn sure I know what was taking her so long too. As she comes out she is fixing her little apron, trying to do something with her hair, and fixing her lipstick. She looks up and we lock eyes. Her face instantly turns five shades of pink, red, and everything in between. Once she seems to gather herself a little more and recovers from the embarrassment, she comes over to take my order.
"Heya, hun, what can I get ya to drink?" She seems breathy and nervous as hell. She won't even look me in the eye as she talks to me.
"Just take a coffee, water, and then I'm ready to order whenever you have time for that," I smile as I ramble, because her nervousness at getting caught is just too damn funny.
"Well, okay then, what can I get for ya?" She doesn’t seem to like that I was ready and waiting for her while she was doing God knows what. So I order my cheeseburger and fries and she goes to put the order in.
As she is sending my ticket back to the cook and grabbing my drinks, I get the feeling that someone is watching me. Looking outside, I can't see much, but the feeling won't stop. I continue to scan the area in front of the café on both sides of the street. Finding myself drawn to a little alcove across the street, I focus in on the darkness. Partially tucked away in front of one of the closed-up shops, a man is facing this way. I swear I see his eyes glow green but that is probably just my imagination. He takes a step forward. A step toward me. At least I think he is. I squint and watch the man closely.
One more step and his face is illuminated by the street lights and, sure as shit, it's fucking him. We lock eyes and he smirks at me. It's like the whole damn world comes to a complete standstill. My frumpy-looking ass straight-up panics and I look away too fast, throwing up my hands to cover my face. I don’t notice the waitress is already back with my drinks, and one of my hands smacks the water I ordered right out of her hands, and straight into my lap.
The scream that claws its way out of me as the ice cold water hits me, is deafening and I bolt up so fast I also knock the damn coffee right out of her hands. Thank God that it hit the floor and not me this time. The amount of embarrassment I am feeling is astronomical, however, I just grab a few napkins to try and help clean up the mess.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me? I cannot believe you just did that shit! My shoes are fucking ruined,” the waitress hollers at me. Her face is red for a whole different reason now. She storms off to go get some rags, but before she comes back, I fly into the bathroom before I have a full-blown meltdown right here in front of everyone.
I use the shitty hand dryer to try and dry off my shorts and hoodie so they aren’t super uncomfortable to be in. I then turn to fix my hair. I'm stunned at my reflection. Forgetting that I didn't put my wig on earlier, I realize how much I actually hate the damn thing. I'm not used to seeing my natural hair on display and it looks about as good as I feel right now. Which isn't great. I smooth it down as much as I can and head back out to face the mess I caused.
In the small amount of time I have been in the bathroom, my food has been delivered to my table and the mess I made is long gone. Sneaking a peek out of the front window, I notice that he is also gone. Or at least I can't see him anymore. After a huge sigh of both relief and some disappointment, I make my way back to my table to try to enjoy my food before heading home.
Making sure that I pay the waitress and leave a generous tip for the bullshit I created for her tonight, I take a step out into the cool night air. Taking a deep breath, I check my surroundings and scan all the shadows. I’m unsure if I want to find him, but still I find myself looking. I can still feel his eyes on me but I see no trace of him. Reluctantly, I head for my van.
It doesn’t take me long to get back and before I know it I am stripped down to nothing and cuddled up in my bed with my new book. It’s just after eleven-thirty and while I would love to do nothing but read, my mind is elsewhere. I just cannot get into this book without thinking about last night. It was like one of my books came to life and I don't know if I am excited about that or not. They are just supposed to stay fantasies after all.
The events from last night play through my head on repeat. From the moment he blindfolded me from behind, all the way up until he marked me and left me naked, needy, and vulnerable. At the time I did not want any of it. Especially with a man I know nothing about. But there was just something about losing two of my senses that has me soaking the sheets beneath me just thinking about it.
Being blindfolded, tied up, and cut from thigh to chest. Having my pussy feasted on like it was his last meal in this lifetime. My hand finds its way between my thighs and seeks out my swollen nub. After being edged last night, not once but twice, I am beyond rational thought and need the release before I lose my mind and do something stupid. I cannot go into the full moon this month this horny or someone won't be making it out alive.
Instead of continuing to work myself with my fingers, I pull out my bright pink vibrator and get comfortable by propping myself up on a couple of my pillows. I grab my phone as well, because honestly, it’s easier to get there when I have a little visual and audio aid. I pull up one of my favorite sites and search out the guilty pleasure videos that always seem to do the trick when I am in a bind.
It doesn't take me long to find the perfect video of some guy, who eerily resembles the man from last night, taking a woman over a desk in the most forbidden way possible. It is hot as hell to watch, even though I have never had the pleasure of even attempting any of it with a man. Or woman for that matter. Settling in with my little friend, I insert her into my already dripping core and make sure she is nestled right up against that sweet spot before clicking her on and adjusting the suction tip to my clit.
I can’t help but think about someone else catching me again. Even though I was not allowed the release I wanted, I can’t help but be more turned on by it. Just thinking about it is getting me closer. Him ripping the door open to find me laying here, pleasuring myself. Grabbing my wrists and throwing them into the mattress above my head. Replacing the vibrator with his own fingers. Or maybe even his tongue…
Within fifteen minutes, I clamp so tightly around my toy and moan a little too loudly, but I couldn't care less. Hopefully, there isn't anyone outside in the car park or I am going to have a rude awakening when the cops come knocking.
Fuck it. Let them come.
Turning it off, I slowly pull it out of me and return both it and the phone to the little stand next to my bed. I grab my duvet and start to settle in for the night. While I managed an okay-sized orgasm, it does not help as much as I was hoping it would. I really need to get laid, because it has been way too long since a man has touched me intimately, besides him.
My thoughts start to drift toward him again. I get lost in another fantasy of him taking me however he pleases and it leaves me wanting so much more.
The jolt I felt when he wrapped his arms around me the first time I met him and the warmth of familiarity that spread from head to toe was insane! It was also slightly ridiculous that some random man managed to turn me into a soaking-wet mess, in more than one way, just by looking at me.
I cannot wait until I get back to work and can tell Cassie all about this shit. She will freak the fuck out, before asking how hot he is or if he knows how to use his tongue. While my thoughts are running a million miles a minute, I start to drift off into sweet oblivion even with my anxiety being sky high!
Chapter seven
Damien
Shesleptallday!
After getting off the phone with Momma Jo this morning, I made sure to call Kage right away. I let him know that I got the cameras and microphones set up in Andrea’s van for surveillance and have him test all the feeds and make sure that everything is working properly before feeding everything to my laptop. I do not want him watching her like originally planned. I don’t want anyone to see her when she is vulnerable. No one except me.
