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I carefully saved the number to my phone and labelled itWolfmanbecause I didn’t even have the guts to save his name in my contacts lest someone see it. Then I texted him a link to the questionnaire I’d made for him. You know, like a totally normal person would do.
At the top of the questionnaire, I’d written a note.
I followed you today. To that fancy estate in the British Properties. I’m really, really sorry. No matter how much we may hate each other, that’s not cool. I embarrassed myself enough, so please don’t feel like you need to be a jerk about it. I know you don’t owe me anything and it was a one night stand, but you were inside my body less than twenty-four hours ago and there are just a few small things that I need to know so that I can sleep at night. If there is a decent human in you please answer honestly.
Sincerely, Julie.
P.S. I’m also sorry I called you a swamp creature. That was extreme.
I figured it didn’t hurt to be humble. If he was a jerk after receiving that note, there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. I’d know he was inhuman, and I’d just have to take it to my grave that I’d truly had a one night stand with a swamp creature.
Twice.
He sent me back the questionnaire, filled out, within ten minutes.
Do you have any STIs?
No.
What do you do for a living?
Work.
Did you actually know who I was when you met me in that bar, or not?
No.
If you said “no” to the question above: pretend you did know who I was, would you have told me?
I don’t pretend.
If you really didn’t know who I was: now that you do know, would you still have wanted to have sex with me that night?
You may be living too much in the past.
What is the deal with that estate?
I could tell you, but then we’d have another dirty secret between us.
At the bottom of the questionnaire, there was a space for any additional comments. He’d added a note; once again, fucking with my head with just four little words.
Come to my place.
ChapterFifteen
Shane
I’d just gotten home from the gym when I got a text from an unknown number with a link in it and a message.This is Julie. Please open this.
When I clicked on the link, it opened a questionnaire. I read the note she wrote at the top, answered her questions, and told her to come over. Had no idea if she would, but when I got out of the shower, my doorbell was already ringing.
I answered the door with a towel around my hips to find Jolie staring at me. She looked… irritated. That sour little face of hers was back.
Was nice to have a reprieve from it the other night. I’d enjoyed the face she made a lot more when I had her in ecstasy. The one that said she thought I was some kind of sex god.
This one said she was still halfway convinced I was a monster.
“Please, come in,” I said semi-sarcastically.
