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“Mm, I’m still in your bed. Let’s say yours.”
I bounce my head against the headrest of the chair over and over. Still in my bed. Bet she smells fucking divine. “You’ll need a drawer at this rate.”
“That assumes I wear clothes around your house.”
She’s going to kill me. I swear. “Dana, I’m at work.”
“Sorry, am I distracting you?”
The phone buzzes. I pull it back. Picture from Dana. A delicately arranged selfie of her body curled up under my sheets, her bosom only halfway covered, red nipples peeking out. I shake it off and put the phone back up to my ear. “You’re going to get yourself hung up on if you–”
“Don’t like it?”
Like? No. Love.“You’re impossible.”
“Hurry back, alright?”
Before I can reply, Dana hangs up. I take several measured breaths and drop my phone into my lap. “Don’t get hard, don’t get hard…”
I would never deny her teasing. It’s too much fun. I don’t mind being half-hard at work. But I have to be able to focus again. I run my hands over my face and slap my cheeks. “Okay, Drew, get it together. Red pen, where’s my–”
The phone buzzes again.
“Shit, Dana!” It might be driving me nuts but I’m not going to say no to another tease of what awaits me when I get home.
Except there’s not another text from Dana. It’s from a number not assigned to a contact. But a number I know.
Willow.
I feel like I might throw up.
Are you seriously just going to ignore me?
Followed by a picture of her in a lacy set of panties.
I throw the phone away, my heart pounding.
Her text is the most recent in a string of unanswered text messages. I haven’t deleted them in case the police need a paper trail to blame someone for my death. I’m quite close to defining the way Willow is trying to get my attention as stalking.
It hasn’t just been text messages. Not by far.
It started back in Maldives. I was too wrapped up in Dana to take it seriously. She was…leaving me notes. Under the door of our hotel room. I managed to intercept all of them. Even though things had been strained between Dana and me, I wouldn’t have put it past her to give Willow a piece of her mind. When it comes to the people she cares about, Dana doesn’t back away from a threat.
They’ve been harmless.
Mostly.
Except for the few times she’s sent me unsolicited pictures. I delete those right away. Obviously.
There have also been emails. A couple letters in the mail. A visit to the office that was a “just in the neighborhood” kind of thing, except Willow has never had any business being in Pasadena.
Okay. Maybe we do have a problem.
I stare at the phone on the ground and start to worry the skin on my thumb between my teeth.
I can’t have Willow threaten my relationship. It might have started fake, but now it’s real. More real than anything has ever felt. More real than things with Willow ever felt by far.
Swiping the phone up off the floor, I start to type out a message, ignoring the racy picture.
