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Along with not understanding chocolate and dogs were a girl’s best friends, the master of the house also didn’t understand protocol in the least.
I’d not only extended an olive branch of sort, albeit rather twisted, I’d given him my best seductive look as icing on the cake.
And he’d ignored both.
Really?
Maybe the man was punishing me for shoving him aside. If he was, it was working, my frustration reaching a new height. I wished I could describe what he’d done after grilling burgers to my besties.
Who I wasn’t sure were even my friends any longer.
Damn Josie and her conspiracy theories. And damn her father too, although I’d only talked with the man a couple of times. Still, I’d had the impression then he was a pompous asshole who truly believed he deserved everything he wanted.
Yes, that was similar to the actions I’d seen in Easton, but they were entirely different.
Definitely.
Maybe.
I muttered under my breath and pounded my fist into one of the pillows to take out my aggression. Not that it was doing me any good. This was a perfect night and I was all alone.
Oh, woe is you.
Shushing the inner voice was something I’d done a lot the last two days.
I had the blankie, the glass of wine, and the perfect slasher flick, which happened to be one of my favorites even if it was older. Scream. It was providing the right amount of new material as well as allowing me to relax just a little.
It had taken me a little while to go through the man’s extensive collection before choosing. Hot damn. I’d believed the guy a prude, but he’d proven me wrong. In his six or seven hundred titles hidden behind a false wall, there’d been at least eight in the horror/slasher variety. I was more than just impressed. His movie collection was as impressive as his wall full of books.
I was settled on the sprawling sectional sofa that could hold at least ten people comfortably. I’d fluffed two of the ten ginormous pillows. I had my feet up on one of the ottomans. And the actress on screen was dumb enough to keep answering the phone. Soon, she would become a delicious little bloodied victim.
Exactly what I enjoyed.
Yet I wasn’t satisfied.
I needed the popcorn. And the fudgy ice cream.
I could admit it. I also craved a big, strapping man to protect me. Oh, God. What was I turning into that I required a man to keep me safe?
The answer was as disturbing as the thought. I’d seen the look in Easton’s eyes. He was anxious, more so than I’d ever seen in the overtly confident man. Who was out to get him, Josie’s father? If so, why not just sic the Saint family attorney on the man? I was certain they had an entire law firm standing behind them.
Sighing, I took a sip of my wine, sliding down on the couch even further. I had the creepy crawlies, which was ridiculous. The house was a damn fortress.
When the soon-to-be victim screamed, I almost did as well. This was ridiculous. I was the girl who used to purposely terrify Josie and Taylor just for kicks and giggles. Why was my stomach already in knots? I couldn’t seem to help myself, the nervousness getting worse. I glanced around the room in the darkness, realizing that other than the overhead lights, which were far too bright, there wasn’t a lamp to be seen.
Nor was there a single weapon I could use.
I rolled my eyes after looking over my shoulder, seeing nothing. Maybe writing about a psycho serial killer hadn’t been in my best interest. At least I could smile as I tugged the soft, velvety blanket up to my chest.
The girl in the flick certainly had a pair of lungs on her.
A quick onscreen movement forced a tiny shriek from my lips and I threw my head back on the couch. Now I was seeing boogeymen. I did my best to ignore the goosebumps crawling on both arms.
Until I heard a legitimate noise.
Someone was creeping toward the room. I didn’t care that the surround sound was loud and overpowering. I had keen hearing and knew someone was trying to sneak up on me. I slowly pushed the blanket aside and lowered my feet to the floor. As quietly as possible I placed the glass of wine on the table before grabbing the corked bottle, appreciating the fact I’d consumed less than half. It could be an effective weapon.
I certainly knew whoever was coming for me wasn’t the man I was hoping for.
