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I have been watching my little wasp all day. Her information was on my desk this morning when I got to the office. I haven’t even finished going through it all. I just saw her name, address, and place of work. That was enough for me to drop everything and come running here. I was unable to fight the temptation, even if it’s just from a distance. I yearned to inhale her sweet aroma. I think she knew someone was watching her, as she kept scanning around her. I wonder if she could sense my presence. Or am I making it all up in my head? Which is definitely a possibility since we just had that one short interaction.

She probably doesn't even remember me and wouldn't recognize me if she saw me passing her on the street. I still keep watching her regardless. I don’t think she can see me, even though I’m parked outside the pharmacy, practically right under her nose. I sit in the car, watching her through the window. She is just as enchanting as she was yesterday. I love to watch her work, getting to see all her little tics and quirks. My cock had been straining against my pants since I arrived. What is it about this woman? I want to own her, bury my face between her thighs and taste her. I crave it; I crave her. A few times I thought of going up to her today, but quickly changed my mind. All in time, my little wasp. All in time.

She finished work and got in the van. I couldn’t help myself again and followed her. I haven’t had enough of her yet, I need more. I presumed she was going home at first. I was looking forward to watching her in her own environment. What is she like when she thinks no one is watching? That’s when we are at our most vulnerable, only then do our true colors show. Sadly, for me, she’s not, she’s still working. Doing some deliveries by the looks of it. The irony is she’s currently right next to my own home, which also happens to be the funeral home. She completed about ten deliveries before stopping at a coffee shop. My cock is so hard watching how deep in thought she is. This is her, being her. I can’t help but notice the little wrinkles her face is making, the way her teeth bite on her bottom lip. My knuckles are going white with how hard I’m gripping the steering wheel. I have to give up watching her. I can’t torture myself anymore; she is driving me crazy. I’m going to end up doing something stupid. And I don’t think my little wasp would appreciate that. So, I take off toward the funeral home.

As soon as I arrive home, I jump straight into a cold shower. I have to try and ease this ache in my cock. It’s so painfully hard, and there is no fucking way my hand is going anywhere near it. My pleasure is now preserved for my little wasp, and only her.

I finish up and throw on some tracksuit bottoms before making my way to my downstairs office. It was originally upstairs when I moved in, but that didn’t work for me. It felt out of place being close to my bedroom, so I moved it to another room on the main floor. Running a funeral home is demanding work sometimes, but it was all that was left from my mother. It was her home growing up, and my grandfather left it to me before he died. I sure as fuck was not letting my father get his hands on it. This home and business have been in my mother's family for years and it will continue being that way.

As I finish going over the calendar and sending the emails off to confirm new times for the appointments missed today, I hear a loud bang from the garden that sets off the silent alarm. What the hell? Pulling up the security cameras on the computer screen, I carefully scan through to see what is going on. It looks like someone has climbed the garden wall. How they managed it, I don't know, but they knocked over the concrete orb that was sitting on top. Holy crap! That thing weighs a ton. I can’t make out who it is from the feed as it's way too dark outside. I scroll through the live cameras to see if they successfully made it over, and that is when I see a humped little figure, curled up at the base of the wall.

I grab the baseball bat from behind the door and make my way outside, making sure to disarm the alarm on my way out. Rushing out into the garden, I make my way over to where I had seen the figure in the cameras. As soon as I’m within earshot, I hear whimpering and cursing. Holding the bat up ready, just in case, I edge my way closer. Then I hear a voice, her voice. I’m sure of it. Is it my little wasp? Lowering the bat, I run over to the figure. It is her. How? What the fuck? I have to bend down to her, as she is still curled up.

“Little wasp?” I say, my tone is a little higher than I’d like. “Raine, Sweetheart.” She looks up but doesn’t reply. I can tell by her facial expressions she’s in pain. “Raine, what happened, Sweetheart? Why are you here?”

“I’m sorry.” Is the only thing she replies before trying to get herself up, but she struggles to do so. I reach out to help her, but she shrugs me off. Still trying to do it herself. She tries a couple more times before admitting defeat.

“I’m so sorry, I just wanted to see the sunflowers.” She answers looking down at her hands. “I tried the gate, but it was locked. I don’t know what came over me. I thought it would be a good idea to climb the wall, but I got stuck on the wire on top. I tried to break free by grabbing hold of that round thing, but it fell and brought me down with it, ripping my pants. I think I broke my leg.”

“Ok, Sweetheart, I’ve got you.” I reply before dropping the bat. I scoop her into my arms and walk her back toward the house.

When we get inside, I place her down carefully on the sofa, brushing the loose strands of her hair out of her eyes. I rush into the office to grab my phone. I call the doctor while I make my way to the kitchen to grab an ice pack, and for the life of me I can’t find one. I grab a packet of frozen peas and a tea towel instead, wrap the peas in the cloth, and make my way back to her. I try to put the homemade ice pack on her leg, but she moves it away from me.

“The doctor said to put it on, to stop any swelling. He will be here shortly.”

“Doctor?” She mumbles, looking up at me with big eyes.

“Yes, doctor, Sweetheart. You need to get your leg looked at; in case it’s broken.”

For a second, she looks like she is going to argue, but instead she holds out her hand for the peas. “You don’t have to do all this; it should be the police you're calling, not the doctor.”

“Police? Why would I do something like that?”

“Because I was trespassing on your property, and broke your wall as I climbed it.” I don’t mean to laugh, but I can’t help it. It’s a deep belly laugh; I don’t think I’ve ever laughed like this.

“You should worry about your ripped pants and not my wall. They're not salvageable, my wall is.” If looks could kill, I would be dead, because the way she is looking at me now is pure murder. I start laughing again.

“At least I own clothes,” she glares, looking me up and down. That’s when I remember I don’t have a shirt on. Shit! I totally forgot with everything that just happened.

“I do own clothes, Sweetheart, I just thought you would prefer me this way.” I reply with a wink. At my words, her face goes notably red. Shyly averting her gaze, she fidgets with her fingers. The loose strands of her hair now falling freely over her face. As I lean in to push them away, the doorbell rings, startling us both.

“That must be the doctor,” I say to reassure her, so she doesn’t think I actually called the police on her.

I leave her there and go to let him in. The doctor spends twenty minutes looking her over and examining her leg carefully. She didn’t break her leg, thankfully. Just badly bruised it and she’ll need to keep off it for a few days. She also has several bruises on her arms and some on her ribs, but everything should heal up in time. He prescribes her some strong painkillers she will need for the next few days. Thanking the doctor, I show him out. I pay him to be quick, and he does his job well.

Before heading back to my little wasp, I quickly run upstairs to put a shirt on, but by the time I come back down, she’s asleep. The painkillers must have knocked her out. I stand, staring at my little wasp for way too long before going to grab some blankets from the closet in the hallway. I drape a blanket across her, then sit down, wanting to stay close to my little wasp. Watching her sleep has just become my new favorite thing. She’s so beautiful. I can’t believe she’s actually here. I observe her for a few more quiet minutes, before falling asleep myself.