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As if he senses my need for more privacy, the pub owner moves farther down the bar and begins to fiddle with something.
“The strange thing is,” Justin says, still typing away, “I’m not sure this is the first time it’s been done. Maybe Shaw doesn’t want anyone to know he has a kid.”
“If that were the case, he would’ve erased her completely.” I take a drink as I consider the possibilities. Shaking my head, I say, “No, he doesn’t want her erased. If he did, she wouldn’t have been at the gallery.”
“It might not have been him who did it at all,” Justin suggests.
“Keep digging,” I tell him. “This time, don’t stop until you hit rock.”
“Yes, sir.”
After I hang up, I search my phone for the photograph Justin sent me, the one where Emily is just a child. Not that I need the picture to recall the brilliance of those electric-blue eyes I thought had been photoshopped when I first saw them.
While she was a cute kid, now, she’s an unforgettable woman.
I swallow thickly as the image in front of me disappears, and instead, I’m looking inwardly at the many mental snapshots I took of her. From those red curls I wanted to dig my fingers through, and the creamy skin I wanted to lick, to the full pink mouth I wanted to kiss.
I’ve never wanted to know what a woman tastes like as much as I do her.
However, it was her eyes that flashed through my mind all night, making it impossible to sleep. And when I did, they were there still. Bright. Piercing. Searching.
There was genuine happiness in them, which baffles me, because she knows the pain of abandonment. What it’s like to be completely betrayed and unwanted by your own mother.
I stared into those eyes, also searching. My desire to learn the source of that light inside her left me vulnerable, because in order to find it, I let her to probe into mine.
Letting a woman see into me isn’t something I do. Yet with her, I felt her exploring and I allowed it.
What was it about those eyes that had me fixated on them? Was it just the intensity of the color? Or was there something else?
I left the gallery with every intention of going home, had even made it halfway to Jersey City but found myself, instead, standing across the street from her house. Waiting.
She arrived much later, entering the house with her father. A few minutes after, the light on the second floor went on and she appeared at the window.
Her red hair was a halo of fire that framed her face as she peered out into the street. Then, as if she could sense my presence, she turned to me. I froze, fighting the instinct to blend into the shadows.
I’m not sure why I didn’t move when I realized she’d seen me. Perhaps I wanted her to know I was there. Scare her a little. Though why I’d want to do that is also a mystery to me, when the endgame is to have her wrapped around my finger, not running from me.
Then she did something that had me paralyzed. It was something so unexpected, it left me stunned and rooted to the spot.
Her fingers slid through straps of her dress and she tugged, and I watched with the anticipation of a fucking virgin about to see his first naked girl. Every muscle in my body went rigid, my mouth completely dry.
She was going to undress for me. A private peepshow, made more erotic by the way her gaze was so acutely locked onto mine. Daring me not to look away.
Only, it wasn’t private. If I could see her, so could any other fuck roaming the streets. They’d take in the sight that was meant for me and no one else.
That was what finally broke the spell and moved me. I took a step toward her, determined to get her to stop.
But it wasn’t me who ended the sweet torture. She must have heard a noise behind her, because her head snapped toward it, effectively releasing me from the hold of her gaze. And I left.
All night, I thought of her. Obsessed over her. Fantasized until I had my cock gripped tight in my fist while I showered, sliding my palm from hilt to tip and back. Imagining her finishing that peepshow. Envisioning myself sliding intoherafterward.
I couldn’t wait to make it a reality.
So much so that I returned to the S Gallery today to put my plan into motion, just so I could get to do all those things I’d done to her in my dreams.
But she was gone. The thin girl dressed all in black who looked at me with a high degree of interest informed me that both Emily and her father had left for an art tour in Europe. They would be gone for three months.
“I’mstill here if there’s anything I can help you with,” she said flirtatiously.
