“Yeah, I’ll ask for them to overnight it.”
The microwave dings and I smile.
“Are you with Ophelia?”
“Yeah, it’s movie night.”
“How’s that going?”
“Shut up.”
“I’m being serious!” I say with a laugh.
“It’s fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, it sucks. I love her. I love hanging out with her, but it’s kind of torture. I’m so close but I can’t touch her. She smiles at me, and I want to tell her that I’ve loved her since we were kids, but I know that it would ruin everything between us and she’s still getting used to things here.”
Ophelia was engaged to another man. That’s why Gavin left town and joined the military. He said that he couldn’t stay and watch her with someone else. The engagement fell through and I still remember that day. He had been so excited that he bought the whole bar a round, something that he definitely couldn’t afford. Wesley and I ended up covering the remaining cost.
I never really got it. Why he didn’t just tell her how he felt, I mean. I get it now though. I’m in a similar boat with Harvie. I can’t have her, not while she’s a client, anyway, but boy, do I want her.
“Alright, I’ll ask Harvie if she knows anything about an anniversary. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
We hang up, and I sigh as I scan the note again. I know that I need to ask Harvie about it. I’m not looking forward to that though. I don’t want to worry her or scare her with this latest letter and I know that she’s going to be terrified if she sees it.
I finish the dishes as I try to think about how to bring the subject up to her. Maybe I should let her get a good night’s sleep and then tell her over breakfast. It’s not like I can do a whole lot tonight anyway.
I sigh and put the last plate back in the cupboard. I’m just turning to go find her when she walks into the kitchen.
She’s wearing nothing but a towel, and my heart stops in my chest. My cock had just gone down when I read the letter, but now he’s hard as a fucking diamond once again.
All thought of her stalker, or anything but fucking her, leaves my head as I stare at her.
“Is everything okay?” she asks me, looking worried, and I nod dumbly.
My tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth and I’m afraid that if I open my mouth, I’ll start to drool.
“Okay, I thought that I… heard something,” she says, looking around the empty warehouse.
My dick deflates at her fear, and I clear my throat.
“It’s okay. You’re safe here. I promise.”
She nods, giving me a small smile as she turns to head back to the bedroom.
“Can we watch a movie or something?” she blurts, and I would do anything to make her happy.
“Sure.”
“I’ll get dressed.”
I watch her leave and try to get my head on straight as I head into the living room.