“Oh, it’s on, baby.”
At the same time as planning my revenge, a rush of excitement was going through me. Last night things had changed between us, whether she realized that or not, and this made what I was going to do to her even better.
But first I needed coffee, lots of coffee.
Then, I was going to get the items I’d put in my garage weeks ago after watching Home Alone. Some of my best pranks on her had been thanks to movies I’d watched when I couldn’t sleep, and this was going to be one of them.
RoseI’d spent the entire day creeping around like my life depended on it, which it may well have. See, I knew Raoul took his shower and coffee more seriously than most people, but I couldn’t help myself last night.
Once I’d snapped out of the shocked state I’d been in after he’d left, I’d used the key his brother had given me the last time he was here to get into the house, and I’d put the coffee pod and soap that I’d been holding onto for weeks in their places, and had then pegged it back to the safety of my home.
I’d tossed and turned all night, wondering if maybe I should go back and get them, but then I’d forgotten to set my alarm so it’d been too late once I’d seen the time this morning. This meant getting ready in a hurry which I hated doing, and then checking to make sure the coast was clear for me to get to the car, and I ended up almost taking my leg off with the door. It also meant I had a million ideas going through my head about what he was going to do back to me all day, and the closer I got to my house now, the worse it got until I parked in my drive.
Some people might ask why I continued the war, especially when it ended up with me nervously drumming my fingers on the wheel of my car while I stared at my house like it was about to explode.
Well, Karen, that would be because I like a bit of excitement in my life, I like to laugh, I like winding Raoul Evans up, I enjoyed thinking up different things to do to him, and life is fucking serious enough as it is, so why the hell shouldn’t I? Honestly, people took things too seriously, they needed to just lighten up a little, and that’s what this did for me. Yeah, it definitely lightened things up, as well as worrying me about what was going to happen when I walked through my front door. But it was exciting, and there were days when you needed that adrenaline rush. There were also days when you needed it like you needed hemorrhoids, but at least life wasn’t dull.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and got out of the vehicle, looking nervously around me at the same time. He’d never done a sneak attack on me to date, but I’d messed with his coffee so anything was possible at this point.
Realizing he would be able to see how paranoid I was if he was hiding anywhere and the kick he’d get out of it, I walked as confidently as possible to the door and unlocked it. It took everything I had to walk through it instead of crawling, but I did it and slammed it loudly behind me, looking everywhere I could for the trap. Nothing looked out of place, but looks were deceiving and I didn’t trust any of it.
The feeling of disappointment ten minutes later when I didn’t find anything had my shoulders sagging. What if I’d pushed him too far this time? What if he regretted what had happened last night? That last one stung a bit, seeing as how it had been playing on repeat in my head all day long, and if he regretted it…
I’d never been kissed like that in my life by a guy, ever. And it wasn’t just the kiss, it was the way it felt to have his hands on me like that, the hard muscles in his thighs against the back of mine, how soft his beard had felt on my lips and chin. And the kiss itself had been…
I was so caught up in my thoughts as I opened the door to my bedroom, that I forgot to look around me first. I really should have, but any woman who’d been kissed by a man like Raoul Evans would understand why I wasn’t, and why I didn’t swear at my bedroom door – and the idiot who’d installed it so that it opened out into the hallway instead of inward like every other door – like I normally did. And also why I then walked into the plastic wrap with something sticky on it, getting it in my hair and on my face as I screamed and pulled it off, thinking it was a ghost or a genetically modified slug.