Red Light: A Dark Stalker Romance (Book One) (Dangerous Games Series)

Chapter Three - Alanna

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. That guy was smokin' freakin' hot. And now he was coming over to my house. What was I thinking?! I hadn't been. I just felt pressured into saying yes. And he was so darn pretty. I was just flustered and now his Ford truck is driving up the driveway behind my tiny little mini cooper. And I forgot to buy trash bags! Dangit!

I feel like an idiot. I'd need to go back to the store. I was such an embarrassment. I had to live in the same town as Mr. Flick Jamey Bissette. I needed to be able to look him in the eye without forgetting what I was doing. I park and collapse into the steering wheel for a minute until I hear his truck come to a halt in the gravel. Then I get out of the car and put an apologetic expression on my face.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to get more trash bags while we were at the store. I'm gonna have to go back." I look at the man embarrassed. He just smiles that charming smile full of perfect teeth and says, "Well that's alright. Why don't I take the rest of the bags you have to donate and I'll grab you some bags and meet you back here?"

Wow. The man really was super freaking helpful. "Yeah, that would be great. You really wouldn't mind?" I ask and he shakes his head and waves me off. I smile up at the beautiful man, admiring him once again. He had wavy chestnut hair, cut short, but not too short to take away the wave. His eyes were a gorgeous caramel color. His body certainly reflected a life of doing labor. He was fit, and I was loving the view. His dark blue t-shirt hung off his pecs to lightly touch what seemed like a flat, toned stomach.

His butt was simply delicious. When he'd been walking ahead of me at the store, I'd gotten a magnificent view of that plump tight ass encased in jeans. I wanted to smack it. But I don't think we're there yet. If ever. Oh geez. Now I'm daydreaming as I stare in his eyes. Fuck me. Get outta your head and say something! "So, uh, the bags are in my room." I motion toward the house. "It's up this way."

I lead the man into the house and up the stairs. He follows close behind me, making my heart jump in my throat. God, I was reacting like a teenager. I needed to get a hold of myself. I was twenty-seven for god's sake. This shit was ridiculous. I show him to my room, with the pile of bags on the floor and a ouija board on the bed. Shit.

Immediately his eyes zone in on the ouija board. "Were we talking with the old Carver Estate ghosts then Alanna?" He quirks an eyebrow at me and gives me a half smile. "What if I was?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. He raises both hands up placatingly and says, "I'm not judging. I actually like supernatural stuff. Read a lot of Stephen King when I was a kid. But I never used a ouija board. I'd have been labeled a cultist in a town this size. Be careful who sees you with that."

I nod at him, taking in the information. This town was maybe smaller than I realized. I never really went into town with Grandma Carver. She did all of her shopping and preparations before I got to town, and we just stayed with each other the entire trip. Now that I'm thinking of it, she never took me anywhere in town. That was weird right? In three years, never to do more than drive through on my way to the house, that's weird.

How did I never realize that? I guess I was so concerned with spending more time with Grandma Carver, that I never really considered it. But we should have gone into town at least once, right? I shake the thoughts from my head and pick up a couple bags only to see Flick walking around the room taking everything in, in no hurry whatsoever to take the bags to his truck. Small town time was a lot different from city time.

I moved fast and efficiently. Grandma Carver had always told me to stop being in such a rush to do everything. To take the time to take things in. I guess that's what Flick was doing. I walk over to him and look at the photos on the dresser with him. He cocks his head and turns to me. "Should I not be snooping?" He smiles that charming smile and I melt a little inside.