slept.
Shawn looked over at his backpack. In it was another diary and he had several more stashed at his father’s house. He’d been keeping notes on the people he killed and really had perfected his craft. His mother had only been the first of many over the years and he had kept track of each and every one of them. Someday, he promised himself; someday, he was going to be famous.
~o0o~
Willow got home just as Jared was pulling up in front of her house. She didn’t even want to think about how he figured out where she lived. She just wanted him gone so she could think. Her head hurt from avoiding him all day and now she wanted to take a hot bath, eat some dinner, and go to bed. Her bed. Alone.
He got out of a nice little sports car and then went to the trunk and pulled out three big grocery bags. She didn’t care about what he might be doing with those. But when he pulled out an overnight bag, she stormed over to him.
“ Good,” he said as he shoved a bag in her arms. “You take that one and I can carry the wine. I hope you’re hungry.”
“ I am. But you’re not staying. And you certainly don’t need a… Hey! Get back here.” He simply walked by her as she was speaking to him and she had no choice but to follow.
Marta was coming out and he simply went into the house when she opened the door to leave. He was taking things out of one of the bags when she came inside. He stuffed an olive in her mouth when she opened it to yell at him. Marta laughed as she put her things back on the counter.
She loved stuffed olives and this one was delicious. Chewing fast so that he didn’t get too settled before she got him out, he was putting things into her refrigerator with Marta’s help when she finally swallowed. Willow began stuffing things back into the bags when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the counter.
“ You aren’t staying. Just pack up your shit and get out. Or better yet, let me pay you for it and then you can leave quicker. I’ve had a really—”
The kiss shut her up. She didn’t even see him move and suddenly, she was backed against her counter and being kissed senseless by him. As much as she’d told herself she was not going to respond to him again, her body wouldn’t listen to reason. He was making her crazy.
When he stopped, it was everything she could do not to beg him to do it again. Something was seriously wrong with her if she couldn’t even get one man, a man who worked for her, out of her house. She thought about calling the police, but knowing him, a woman would come and he’d charm her like he was doing to her housekeeper and Willow would end up in jail.
She was still standing there against the counter feeling out of sorts when he handed her a glass of tea. Marta was sitting at the table having a glass of wine and Jared was…what was he doing? Stepping closer to the butcher block, she saw that he was chopping up something green.
“ What is that?” Despite her being mad at him and wanting him gone, she was impressed with the way the knife zipped though that thingy with ease. He turned and kissed her on the nose before he answered her.
“ This is an artichoke. I’m going to cook us some artichoke and mussel bisque. And by the way, I love this kitchen. Who designed it? I need to find them and have them do a kitchen for me.”
“ I did it and I’m so not fixing your house for you. I think you should make your soup stuff and go home. I think I have something you can carry it home in somewhere.”
She started opening cabinets and then went to the pantry. She knew that here were things to pack crap in; she used them in her lunch when she used to pack it. Coming out of the pantry, she saw that he had moved on to a long green thing and was cutting it up now. Then entire kitchen smelled delicious. And Marta was gone.
She reached around him and took the green thing he was getting ready to chop, or mince, or dice, or whatever the hell he was
Shawn looked over at his backpack. In it was another diary and he had several more stashed at his father’s house. He’d been keeping notes on the people he killed and really had perfected his craft. His mother had only been the first of many over the years and he had kept track of each and every one of them. Someday, he promised himself; someday, he was going to be famous.
~o0o~
Willow got home just as Jared was pulling up in front of her house. She didn’t even want to think about how he figured out where she lived. She just wanted him gone so she could think. Her head hurt from avoiding him all day and now she wanted to take a hot bath, eat some dinner, and go to bed. Her bed. Alone.
He got out of a nice little sports car and then went to the trunk and pulled out three big grocery bags. She didn’t care about what he might be doing with those. But when he pulled out an overnight bag, she stormed over to him.
“ Good,” he said as he shoved a bag in her arms. “You take that one and I can carry the wine. I hope you’re hungry.”
“ I am. But you’re not staying. And you certainly don’t need a… Hey! Get back here.” He simply walked by her as she was speaking to him and she had no choice but to follow.
Marta was coming out and he simply went into the house when she opened the door to leave. He was taking things out of one of the bags when she came inside. He stuffed an olive in her mouth when she opened it to yell at him. Marta laughed as she put her things back on the counter.
She loved stuffed olives and this one was delicious. Chewing fast so that he didn’t get too settled before she got him out, he was putting things into her refrigerator with Marta’s help when she finally swallowed. Willow began stuffing things back into the bags when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the counter.
“ You aren’t staying. Just pack up your shit and get out. Or better yet, let me pay you for it and then you can leave quicker. I’ve had a really—”
The kiss shut her up. She didn’t even see him move and suddenly, she was backed against her counter and being kissed senseless by him. As much as she’d told herself she was not going to respond to him again, her body wouldn’t listen to reason. He was making her crazy.
When he stopped, it was everything she could do not to beg him to do it again. Something was seriously wrong with her if she couldn’t even get one man, a man who worked for her, out of her house. She thought about calling the police, but knowing him, a woman would come and he’d charm her like he was doing to her housekeeper and Willow would end up in jail.
She was still standing there against the counter feeling out of sorts when he handed her a glass of tea. Marta was sitting at the table having a glass of wine and Jared was…what was he doing? Stepping closer to the butcher block, she saw that he was chopping up something green.
“ What is that?” Despite her being mad at him and wanting him gone, she was impressed with the way the knife zipped though that thingy with ease. He turned and kissed her on the nose before he answered her.
“ This is an artichoke. I’m going to cook us some artichoke and mussel bisque. And by the way, I love this kitchen. Who designed it? I need to find them and have them do a kitchen for me.”
“ I did it and I’m so not fixing your house for you. I think you should make your soup stuff and go home. I think I have something you can carry it home in somewhere.”
She started opening cabinets and then went to the pantry. She knew that here were things to pack crap in; she used them in her lunch when she used to pack it. Coming out of the pantry, she saw that he had moved on to a long green thing and was cutting it up now. Then entire kitchen smelled delicious. And Marta was gone.
She reached around him and took the green thing he was getting ready to chop, or mince, or dice, or whatever the hell he was
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