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STRYKER: I’ll let you know for sure. But there’s a good chance.

ME: I can’t wait to see you.

STRYKER: I can’t wait either, gorgeous. Gotta go. XOXO

ME: Be safe. XOXO

STRYKER: Always.

I set my phone on the table, my head in the clouds at thepossibility of seeing him this weekend.

My gaze moves to the tree. The strange guy in the dress pants and jacket no longer stands there.

Maybe Stryker hired him to keep watch over me or something?Considering his obsession with my safety, it wouldn’t surprise me.

All thoughts of the strange man vanish when I look at the time. I need to head to class.

Gathering my stuff, I toss my trash in the garbage can before exiting the coffee shop. I wave at Mandy, who smiles as she holds her phone to her ear. I mouth, “Call me later,” and she nods.

A tinge of nervousness threads through me as I walk across campus.I can’t believe Stryker wants me to play with a toy while he watches.

CHAPTER 40

Stryker

Although I’ve been busy researching Zayne’s enemies and watching Delaney Warner, I spend as much time as I can watching and talking to Mallory.

I underestimated how much I’d miss her.

Zayne gave me the afternoon off so he could have fun with Delaney. He held up the Michael Myers mask and told me to “go have fun” and that “he would see me at noon tomorrow.”

While Mallory is in class, I’m driving to Stone Ridge University.

I pull up a playlist of nineties songs she loves, cranking the volume while I drive. “If You Could Only See” by Tonic starts playing, and I tap my fingers to the beat and sing along.

Fuck, I can’t wait to see her.

It takesevery bit of my willpower to stay hidden as I watch Mallory hurry across campus toward her apartment building. There’s a bounce in her step as she practically jogs through the side entrance of her apartment building.

She got out of class early.

I follow her, smirking as she runs up the steps instead of heading to the elevator.

Pulling up the cameras in her apartment, I take my time going up the stairs, wondering what she plans to do.

I sent her the link so I could watch her. She read it but didn’t click on it.

Instead, she hurries to the bathroom and plugs her curling iron in before running to the bedroom. She strips, then puts on a sexy black lace thong and matching bra.

Returning to the bathroom, she quickly curls her hair and applies makeup.

When she’s finished, she combs her fingers through the curls, then inspects herself one final time before heading to her bedroom.

Fuck.

She’s always gorgeous, but those big, bouncy curls framing her ivory complexion and the eye makeup highlighting her baby blues have my dick practically bursting through my jeans.

But that fucking thong and bra set she’s wearing… I can’t believe my zipper hasn’t blown apart from how hard I am.