Page 23 of Unmasked

ME: Your response is not reassuring. You’d kill for me?

UNKNOWN: Wouldn’t you kill for the one who means everything to you?

What the hell?

Opening the door, my thoughts spin wildly, trying to figure out how to respond to this psycho.

ME: You don’t know me. How can I mean everything to you?

UNKNOWN: You’re in denial. Stop fighting it, little prey. You’re wasting time and energy.

ME: I think you need to get your head examined. The campus has a counseling center you can go to.

UNKNOWN: I think it’s my cock that needs to be examined. By your mouth.

Jesus!My heart pounds faster from his dirty words.

Stop letting him affect you like this. This guy is unhinged.

ME: My mouth won’t be examining your cock. Stop messaging me.

I tuck my phone in my pocket, shaking my head. I wish I didn’t feel so damn titillated by an unknown stranger.

I bite my lip as I walk down the hallway, listing his bad qualities.

He’s infuriating and possessive.

Unhinged and domineering.

Caring and considerate.

Goddamn intrusive thought.

I sigh, dejection washing over me as I enter the classroom. No matter how I frame it, I’m drawn to him. I’m intrigued, craving more. It’s foolish and dangerous yet heady and exciting.

Pulling my phone from my pocket before sliding into my seat, I spot another text from him.

UNKNOWN: You like it or you wouldn’t be smiling like that.

ME: Stalking is a crime.

UNKNOWN: Is it? Good thing I’m not stalking you. *Smiles*

ME: You’re a stalker, which makes you a criminal. *Smiles back*

UNKNOWN: You must like criminals then. *Grins*

ME: No, I like nice, normal guys.

UNKNOWN: Bullshit. Bet your pussy is wet from our banter.

ME: Bet you won’t find out.

UNKNOWN: Sounds like a challenge. I never back down from one of those.

I roll my eyes, setting my phone aside as the professor walks in.

He’s all talk.