He poured wine into the glasses
and handed one to her. She took the
glass and brought it to her lips swallowing in one big gulp then lowered it to
the glass top coffee table.
“I’m
worried about you.” He smoothed back a tendril of hair tucking it behind her
ear. “How long has this been going on with the calls like the one you received
today?”
When
did the calls start? She mused. “I’m not
really sure—about a few months ago. I
think that’s when I got the first call.
I didn’t pay it too much attention because I thought that it was a prank
call.” She leaned back into the chair.
“Do
you have any idea who this person could be?
I mean—could it be someone that you work with or something?”
“I
don’t know. Being a photographer I meet
so many different people while on assignment.
I just wish that I knew who would want to follow me and make these crazy
phone calls.”
“You’re
going to have to report this to the police because—not that I’m trying to scare
you but I don’t think that it’s going to stop.
It seems as though you’ve been putting up with these anonymous calls and
dismissing them as if they were insignificant—this is serious.” He frowned.
“I
don’t have enough evidence to let the police in on this yet.” She looked away
from his gaze. She certainly can do without being dragged through the coals by
the police. They seem to turn these things around to make the victim look like
she asked for it to happen to her.
He
took her hand and sandwiched it in between his, “Babe, you don’t need any
evidence to tell the police, the fact that someone has been following you and
calling you should be enough.”
“I
don’t really think that it would be enough.
What if they ask me questions about what does he look like or something
distinctive about him? I wouldn’t have
an answer. Even the number he uses to
call is scrambled. I don’t want to be
made to look like some sort of ravening lunatic. You know how the police have a way of turning
things like this around trying to make a person—especially a woman look like
she doesn’t—”
He
interjected, “I would think that you would want the police to know—why wouldn’t
you want them to—is there something that you’re not telling me?”
“No,
I’m just—I don’t know what I am.” tears welled up in her eyes then came
trickling down her cheeks and she broke out into an uncontrollable sob.
“Come
here baby. Shhh…it’s going to be okay.” He said quietly as he wound his arm
around her and pulled her tighter against him.
She was a mass of conflicting emotions as she pressed against his chest.
The smell of his masculinity filled her
nostrils and the thud of his heart racing ignited which suddenly sent a burning
desire within her. He slowly bent his head and lowered his mouth
onto hers. The feel of his warm lips
touching hers made her quiver. She
wanted more of him. She needed him. She parted her lips greedily accepting his
tongue as it sensually slid through tangling with hers deepening the kiss.
Until next time.......
Until next time.......
