Page 77 of Filthy Rich Daddies

She exhales, almost a laugh. “So, you’re fine.”

“I am.”

Her face drops. “Good,” she says, stepping closer. “Then I won’t feel bad for yelling at you.”

I blink. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me.”

I straighten, crossing my arms. “I’m not sure that’s fair. I just got out of the hospital.”

“Yeah, and now you’re hiding out in a warehouse like you’re in a hacker movie from the nineties.”

“Bold of you to assume I haven’t been doing this long before the hospital visit.”

“Colin.”

Her tone changes. I feel it. She’s not here to tease me.

She’s angry. Really angry. And I have a sinking suspicion I know why.

“You followed me to the library.”

Well, shit. I don’t answer right away. I can’t.

She steps closer. “Youstalkedme.”

“Technically—”

“Don’t say technically.”

I shut my mouth.

She stares up at me, arms crossed again, expression tight. “You watched me. You snuck out so I wouldn’t see you. You heard about the arm, didn’t you? Is that why you came?”

“No,” I say, and for once, I don’t couch the word in anything else. “I didn’t know that was going to happen. I swear.”

Her eyes narrow. “So you were just spying for fun? Another one of your kinks?”

“No,” I say, dragging a hand through my hair. “I was drawn to you, sweets. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. After that weekend, I—I just…needed to see you. One more time.”

Her mouth presses into a line, but I see the hesitation.

“It wasn’t supposed to be stalking,” I say, quieter now. “It was impulsive. Stupid, maybe. But not calculated. I just…I couldn’t stay away from you.”

“You get that it’s still weird, right?” she asks, but there’s something less sharp in her voice. Like the knife’s still out, but she’s not sure if she needs to use it.

“Yeah. I do.”

She exhales. “You can’t just show up places. You can’t—I mean, what if it wasn’t you? What if it had been someone else? Would you be okay with that?”

“But it wasn’t,” I say, stepping closer. “It was me.”

Her cheeks pink. “That doesn’t make it okay.” But something in her tone says otherwise.

I lick my lips. “It was me, and you liked it.”

Her head jerks back. “Excuse me?”