Her Trick His Treat (Cherry On Top Tales #5)

Chapter Ten-Tommy

CHAPTER TEN-TOMMY

T he second my eyes opened, I knew I was alone.

Goddamn it, Vixen. You’re gonna make me chase you, aren’t you?

The windows had automatically changed their opacity, going from blackout to semi-translucent allowing some sunlight to creep in some time after dawn.

No one could see in. That didn’t change. But sometimes I liked it dark in here.

Like last night.

I groaned as I stretched and stood up, wondering when she left. I’d have to check the security feed, but I could do that over coffee.

The other question was how. How did she get home? She didn’t have a car.

Hmmm. Better not wait to find out.

I grabbed my laptop and opened it, going right for the smart security system I had installed.

There were no cameras in the bedroom, but I was able to track her movements in the living room as she fiddled with the alarm before leaving.

I was pretty amazed she had disabled it, but she must have been paying more attention last night than I thought.

Smart cookie.

I continued to watch, noting the sweats she’d borrowed. She carried her heels, and I saw a pair of my flip-flops on her feet, and I grinned. The remnants of her own clothes were bundled in her hands.

My amusement faded as I watched her rush outside to meet a car with one of a couple of those rideshare app stickers in the window.

She took a fucking Uber. My Vixen got in the car with a goddamn stranger.

That was so not okay. Didn’t she watch the news? Did she have no idea how dangerous that was?

Apparently not. And why was I surprised?

Camryn was an innocent.

One of those people who still trusted in the kindness of strangers.

Take last night, for example.

I could have been a psycho killer. Some deranged lunatic.

I mean, I wasn’t. But still.

The idea of that sweet, soft, beautiful woman walking around with no one to look out for her sent a shiver of fear racing down my spine.

Of course, she wasn’t alone anymore.

She had me. She just didn’t know it yet.

I was anxious to find her. To tell her. To let her know in no unspeakable terms that she was mine now. But first, I needed a shower.

Then, I’d go hunting. And when I found her, I was going to show her exactly who she belonged to.