Stalking Her Sweetly - MINK Page 0,27

not if I want to fit into my catwoman suit. I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to bring up the whole disguise thing to Silas. I decide that I’m not going to. I’ll just excuse myself, get ready, and surprise him. “Thanks again for dinner. I’m going to go and get changed if you don’t need any help.” I walk over to him and lift up on my tippy toes, asking for a kiss. He leans down and gives me what I want. I break the kiss after a few moments, knowing that we’ll never get out of here if I don’t.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

I make my way to my bedroom and head straight for my closet. I rummage through the box with my costumes until I find the one I want. I pray I can still get into this skintight bodysuit after all that food. As usual, I can pull it to my thighs, and that’s when shit gets real. I have to jump up and down to try and get it up. Then I lose my footing and almost face plant, but two arms grab me before I hit the floor.

“You’re not wearing that out of the house.”

“It’s all black.”

He puts me on my feet as I wiggle it the rest of the way on. I turn for him to zip it. He does but his finger grazes my skin all the way up making me forget for a moment what we’re doing. I slowly turn around. “See. I’m ready. Black to blend in? To not be noticed.”

He doesn't look convinced. “That hugs every bit of you.” He licks his lips.

“Well, yeah, that’s what I’m going for. Black cat. Hidden. Able to go unnoticed.”

He steps back to get a better look at me. “You are never not noticeable but especially when you’re wearing that.”

I look down. “Huh? It’s all black, though. I’m hidden.”

“There’s a loose string.” He reaches behind me and gives it a pull.

I gasp when I hear a loud rip before cool air greets my skin. “Oops,” he says. “Sorry.”

He sure doesn't look sorry. Not one bit.

17

Silas

I follow her up the stairs to Trevor’s apartment. Though she’s no longer in the black catsuit that still has my cock acting up, she’s wearing a tight pair of leggings that hug her rounded ass perfectly. Does she even know what she’s doing to me? It’s some sort of high-intensity torture, but I am here for every second of it.

“What?” She pauses and looks at me over her shoulder.

“What?” I cock my head.

“You just made an ‘mmm’ noise.”

“I did?” I grin. “It’s the view.” I glance at her fine ass. “Can’t help it.”

Her cheeks pink. “Shh, we’re incognito.” She starts climbing again.

When we reach his floor, she slowly pushes the stairwell door open and wipes the sweat from her brow. “Ugh, cardio,” she whispers.

I push the door the rest of the way open and step in front of her. We creep along the hallway together until we reach his door.

Kneeling, I pull out my lockpick and get to work. It clicks over just as quickly as the last time I broke into his place. That was back when he first started showing up at Jamie’s house. I almost smothered him with a pillow that very first night, but I had to slow down. Even though it hurt, I had to let Jamie make her own choices. So I slunk out and let Trevor fuck it up all on his own. I would’ve let him walk, but he put his hands on my girl. Some things can be forgiven, but that isn’t one of them.

“Got it?” Jamie keeps hopping from one foot to the other as if she really has to pee.

“Yeah.” I stand and grip the handle, and with an easy twist, we’re in. Closing the door, I turn and look out the peephole. No one walks past or opens their door. The hall is clear. We weren’t seen.

“I hate this place.” Jamie sticks close to my side as I hand her a flashlight.

“What’s wrong with it?” I mean, other than the fact her dead asswipe boyfriend used to live here.

“Everything’s ugly. The furniture, the kitchen, everything. Nothing’s soft, all the lines are dead straight, and what’s with all the gray?”

I shrug. “He had a shitty modern style, I guess.”

She puts a finger to her lips. “He could be the murderer. Could be here right now, creeping, waiting to strike.” She edges back against the wall.

“If