Pest…

ROBERT

Was I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it?

Per se, I wasn’t necessarily a creep, nor was I weird, but I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too.

As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened.

I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she’d know it was me sending the gifts.

If she were sharp enough, she’d have recognized my cursive handwriting in the notes I sent to her, and with my R initials engraved at the bottom, I’d surely given myself away.

Even though I wanted to be mysterious, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, as I didn’t want her lashing out at me when we met again.

Smirking, I closed my eyes briefly, my head falling back to the car’s headrest as I thought about how she’d looked today.

She was so stunning in her waitress uniform, and my dick twitched remembering that.

Luckily for me, the restaurant where she worked was lined with windows,