The Complete Quake Series Boxset - Jacob Chance Page 0,175

in my father’s death by stalking her. Things didn’t go as I intended.

From the first glimpse of Lana, the gorgeous redhead, I went from being consumed with revenge to consumed by lust.

All night I watched her, instead of watching Kenna like I originally planned.

Watched the way she threw her head back when she laughed, her long red hair tumbling past her shoulders.

Watched her tongue make a slow trek around the rim of her margarita glass, licking up the salt.

Watched her hips sensually sway to the slow music and grind to the pounding beat.

I watched her all night long; watched her be oblivious to me and I promised myself it wouldn’t be long before we would meet.

Lana – even her name is sexy.

Something about her is different – something I don’t understand. My reaction to her is something that’s never happened to me before.

I’ve been enamored with her for weeks now.

I’ve been in her apartment numerous times, eaten her food and imagined what it would be like to be with her.

I must have her. I have to possess her. I need to own her; until the ultimate goal is reached. Until my end game becomes a reality…

I’m going to make her fall in love with me.

Watching her every move from afar is exciting, but nothing compares to being close enough to smell the exotic scent of her perfume. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.

Why does she affect me like this?

“It’s great to meet you, Lana. Let me carry those for you.” I take one bag from her and she hands me the other without any objection.

Good girl.

I like her obedience.

My eyes meet her large green ones. I wonder if she finds me attractive. Most women do.

I hope she does.

Her skin is so fair the tiny freckles on her straight nose and along the apples of her cheeks look like cinnamon sprinkled all over.

My mouth waters. I want to taste each one. I wonder what she’d taste like?

Would she be spicy or sweet?

I can’t wait to find out.

I need to know.

I follow her up the turn of the century curved staircase, my eyes entranced with her petite frame in front of me.

Her legs are long and lean in her skin tight blue jeans and make a nice ass of themselves.

She’s wearing a light pink hoodie and her red hair is fastened on top of her head in a messy bun.

The nape of her neck is exposed, tempting me, calling out for my lips to press against the soft skin - for my tongue to caress the graceful length - for my teeth to bite the curve where it merges into her shoulder.

Her step is light as she leisurely jogs up the stairs. She waits when she reaches the top step, and we remain next to each other all the way down the wide carpeted hallway. I imagine we’re a couple, coming home from grocery shopping and getting ready to prepare a gourmet dinner.

Soon we’ll be doing everything together.

She pushes her key in the lock on the handle and turns the knob at the same time. The hinges creak as the thick wooden door opens wide for me to pass through.

The moment I take my first step inside her space, I feel a sense of homecoming. I’ve been in her apartment countless times when she hasn’t been home. I’m an expert at lock picking and hers wasn’t even a challenge for me.

I follow her to the kitchen and place her bags on the granite counter.

“Have a seat. Let me get you a drink. Do you want a beer or would you prefer spring water?”

“What kind of beer do you have?” Heineken.

“Heineken,” she answers and I smile. I already know all about my girl. “Does that work for you?” She peers over her shoulder at me when she pulls open the fridge.

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s my favorite kind, actually.” I drum my fingers on the wooden table, thumb, index, middle, ring, pinky, and repeat over and over. I count along with the motion, one, two, three, four, five, one, two, three, four, five. As I recite the numbers in my head I can feel myself relaxing.

Being here is almost too much for me to handle. I wasn’t expecting to be in her apartment with her so soon. I thought it would be a few days before I even got to introduce myself, and now I’m ahead of schedule. It makes me uneasy. I don’t like to deviate from my game plan.