Page 59 of The Billionaire's Virgin

“My name’s not on here,” I said.

“No,” Karl agreed. “But your address is right there.”

“It was hand delivered?”

“One of the cleaners handed it to Dave during his shift. He was taking the night shift, and he left it for me to hand to you.”

I turned the envelope over, and my curiosity turned to dread. “Thanks, Karl,” I said distractedly.

“Have a nice day, sir.”

“Um… yeah… you too,” I said, as I headed out.

I got into my car, but before I even started the engine, I cracked open the seal and pulled out the letter inside. It was a typed letter so there were no clues where handwriting was concerned, and I definitely would be able to recognize Sofia’s handwriting.

“You should know that you’re not special. You should know that you’re not pretty or smart or funny or interesting. You’re not going to hold his attention for long, bitch. I told you I was watching you. I told you to watch your back, but did you listen? No… you ignored my warning, and you decided to stay. This is not a joke, and I’m not playing with you. When I told you to watch your back, I meant it.

“You’re not right for him, you blonde whore. You might be a distraction, but that’s it. I’m going to mangle that face of yours so badly that he won’t be able to recognize you from Adam. This is your second and last warning. Stay away from him… or you’ll be sorry. And that’s a promise.”

The more I read, the angrier I became. This letter was never meant for me. It was meant for Taylor. She hadn’t mentioned any names. My name was not on the paper, and neither was Taylor’s, but it was obvious whom it was meant for. It was obvious whom she was talking about. This had to be Sofia. I was sure of it now.

I didn’t bother reading through the letter a second time. I was just glad that Karl hadn’t given Taylor the letter instead of me. I was happy that she hadn’t had the opportunity to read it. I didn’t want to alarm her. I jumped into action immediately, picked up my phone and ran through the short list of private detectives that I’d dug up and researched the last week.

I had yet to make a decision, but I no longer had the luxury of being discerning. That took time, and I had just run out. If things had escalated now to written threats, I wasn’t about to wait until something physical happening to do something about it. I looked at the first name on my list, Frank Shrewry, and I dialed his number.

“Shrewry here,” a gruff voice answered. “How can I help you?”

“I’m in need of your services,” I said. “You are a private detective, yes?”

“Yes, sir, I am,” Shrewry replied. “And what is your good name?”

“Reed,” I replied promptly. “Reed Davis.”

“And what is the nature of your problem, Mr. Davis?” Shrewry asked.

“It involves a stalker.”

“I see; that’s serious business.”

“Exactly,” I said. “Which is why I would prefer if we spoke in person.”

“Of course,” Shrewry replied. “I’ll text you my address on this number, and you can meet me at your earliest convenience.”

“It’s convenient for me now,” I said.

It wasn’t really, but I didn’t want to waste any time. I wasn’t going to give Sofia time to perfect her sadistic plans. I couldn’t believe that I had overlooked just how insane the woman was from the start. My only defense was that I had been so… lonely and overworked and tired for so long that I had overlooked a lot in exchange for a few nights of female company.

“Right now?” Shrewry asked.

“If you send me your address immediately, I can be at your office in the next half an hour, depending on where you’re located. Are you free for a meeting?” I asked.

“For a client, I’m always free. I’ll send the address now.”

Once he had hung up, I sat in my car and waited with bated breath for the address. Two seconds later, my phone flashed with a message alert, and I knew where I was headed. I started the engine and pulled out of my parking space. On the way to meet Shrewry, I called Jennifer on my car phone and rescheduled all my appointments for the morning. I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate anyway.

“What’s wrong, Reed?” Jennifer asked, immediately concerned. “Is everything okay with Jenna?”

“Yes,” I said. “For now.”