Amusement : A Stalker Romance by Albany Walker

Author:Albany Walker [Walker, Albany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Albany Publishing
Published: 2021-05-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

I was already on my way toward her house when she finally answered her phone, so it only took me a few minutes to get to the restaurant. I look around, wondering what the hell she’s doing at a bar on a Friday night.

It’s easy to spot her. She’s leaning over the table, talking hurriedly with some chick. I ignore the hostess and walk right into the dining area. Her table only has two glasses, and no food or plates, so I don’t think they’ve been here long or that anyone else is with them. I try to calm my nerves, but it doesn’t do much good. I need to put a fucking tracker on her phone. She used to just go to work and the store and shit, but now that she’s not at the club anymore, she’s all over the fucking place.

The chick she’s with watches my approach, her eyes roaming up and down my body before they land on my face. I can tell by the way her lips part she’s attracted to me.

“Hi, Rafe.” My girl says my name so easily. I like it when we’re alone, but not here. I place my hands on the back of her chair to keep myself from wrapping them over her shoulders and squeezing.

Keeping my eyes on her friend, I lower my mouth to her ear and rasp, “Hey.” She turns so she can look at me and smiles. It’s open and friendly, but not hungry the way her friend’s is. The difference is night and day.

I pull out an empty chair and scoot it closer to her before lowering myself into it. I really want to take her out of here, but I don’t think that would be the right move. This must be the friend she mentioned, and I don’t want to give this chick a reason not to like me… Well, not yet anyway. Once she’s fully mine, I don’t give a fuck what this girl thinks.

“Rafe, this is Gwen. Gwen, Rafe.” She makes the introduction nervously, so I place my hand on her thigh. I can’t tell if I’m making her uncomfortable or if it’s the situation.

Her friend leans over the table and limply extends her hand, like I might take it in mine. Instead of completely snubbing her like I usually would, I tap her fingers with mine, barely touching her, then rest my free hand on the table. “Girls’ night?” I try not to sound too much like a dick, but I’m not sure how well I do.

“Yeah, just dinner and a movie,” she answers.

A waiter nears the table and does a double take when he stops with a tray in his hands. “Aw, I thought I had both of you all to myself. My loss.” I meet his eyes and think about snapping his neck. I don’t bother hiding my thoughts from my expression. The guy looks away from me and starts placing the food on the table without any more shit coming from his mouth.

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