15 Lori

Lorelei

Asher: Don’t make me come spank you.

I sent a selfie of myself flipping off the camera with a smile on my face, before putting the phone on my desk. I focused my eyes back on the screen in front of me and bit my lip. I ignored my phone lighting up from a text from Asher. I know he was sending either a smart-ass remark or a sexual innuendo.

I think I have officially found out who the stalker is. I glanced at the time and groaned. It was already five thirty. It would take forty minutes to get home in the traffic this time of day an hour to get ready and thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. I need to get on the road now or I’ll be late. I shut down my computer, grab my phone and head out the door.

I jump into my old car and attach my phone to the aux cord and turn on some Hollywood Undead as I head home through traffic. I managed to avoid the worst of it getting home fast enough that I jumped into the shower and shaved my legs and put on a