S T A L K E R

8

"What are you doing here" I feel so awkward saying that to him especially when I see a twitch from his eye. His face doesn't make a single glare of anger but I can see it in his eyes. He's angry that I asked him that, he feels embarrassed. There's only so much one can observe through looking at someone's eyes.

"I'm sorry that came out wrong-"

"No it's absolutely fine I just had to let my daughter see her God father." He gives me that gorgeous smile. I can't stop looking at the little dimple like creases at the corner of his smile. His cologne has me taking a few steps closer. I can't help myself. He's gorgeous. No man I've ever seen had come in such close proximity to him. Not his smile, his cologne, his body or height. I don't know why but holding the little girl the way he is, is so damn attractive. She looks older than Carter. Her little eyes resemble the man behind the desks, maybe their related somehow but his eyes aren't like that. She looks up at me and carter. It's unnerving how a child can stare into your soul.

"Oh" I break away from her glance and look at him. Why did I feel the need to question him at all. This wasn't my concern in the slightest. He was free to go wherever he pleased but I honestly didn't expect to see him here at all. I shift the heavy bag on my shoulder and Carter tightens his hold on me. He wasn't too fond of strangers but this time he isn't completely shut off like he sometimes is. I stop looking at him and focus on Carter. He looks into my eyes and I feel his nervousness from a mile away. I kiss his forehead and he just barely smiles. He goes to put his hand in my bra and I quickly grab his hand before he embarrassed me in front of these men.

"Not now pumpkin" I see him about to act up and just hand him my car keys. That doesn't calm him instead he starts crying. I can't do this with him right now. He has to learn to stop at one point. I blame myself, when I should've disciplined him I didn't and now it's coming to bite me in the ass. I try aimlessly to hush him, it's not his fault he can't control it. I excuse myself and go outside with him. He takes a minute to calm down once I focus completely on him and allow him to relax. I take out the noise cancelling headphones I brought for him and start an episode of paw patrol on his tablet.

He's completely composed now. I kiss his chubby cheeks and wipe away his tears while he's completely immersed in his cartoon. We go back inside and the men are talking amongst themselves. I can't understand a word of what they're saying so I guess it's private if they have to be speaking another language.They stop when they're aware of my presence I place carter to sit on the sofa. The little girl goes next to him. I don't know how well he'll take to her.

The man stands, it's horrible that I'm still intimidated to even call him by his name. Even repeating it in my mind makes me feel like I'm doing something bad. We've met on two separate occasions now, one of them a formal setting and I still address him as the man. I don't want to just call him on a first name basis outside of work. It's doesn't feel natural.He says goodbye and touches me so he can pass. His hands gripping my waist as he moves combined with the sensory blinding scent of his cologne mixed with tobacco is extraordinary. I barely catch myself with the sharp intake of breath.

He probably thinks I'm a freak. Who does that when someone is just passing. A deep chuckle sounds from the other end of the room and I'm left with the horrified realization that this man has witnessed every painstaking moment of our interaction. I take a deep breath and walk to the desk shaking his hand as he too stands to greet me. This time I can focus on him now. He has a square shaped face, thick brown eyebrows bordering breath taking grey eyes, my eyes swap over his high cheekbones and down the sink of his cheeks, his darker upper lip is a shade of light brown perfectly accentuated by his prominent Cupid's bow. I almost scoff at how one man can maintain so many marvelous features and have them blend into one. We sit and I tell him the exact reason I'm here. I'm shuffling through half added pictures I've taken of Vince and his friends along with voice recording of him cryptically speaking about touching me and alluding to the same with Carter.