The door clicks shut and I let out a laugh.
She really thinks she can run from me? That I won’t chase her? Wrong.
With ease, I rip off the flimsy little thongs binding my wrists and tug the belt from my eyes. I’ll give her points for creativity.
If anything, she’s just fueled me further. She’s hiding something from me. How the hell did she land herself here, and why is she running?
I can tell from her reaction to me that she feels this as much as I do.
My heart skips a beat as I make my swift exit.
Where the fuck did she go? Wandering through the dark hallways, filled with groping hands and couples fucking in the shadows, I look in every door that isn’t locked.
All these years of dreaming of her, just to have her slip through my fingers?
Not a chance.
She will probably be in her car by now. I need to think outside the box for my little tiger.
When I push into the office of the owner, I know I’ve stumbled on the right spot.
The schedule is hanging on the wall.
Perfect. Now I know exactly when she’ll be back.
I take a quick picture with my phone and slip back out.
Working my way past a dressing room and some sort of prop storage, I finally find the exit.
A dark sedan speeds by, but I catch a glimpse of the driver in the yellow streetlight.
It’s her.
She ducks her head and doesn’t hit her brakes before peeling out into the road.
If Sofia thinks she’s going to get away from me again, she’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be.
My bike is parked against the far curb. Racing over, my helmet is barely on before I’m gunning the engine to follow her through the darkness.
All of my lights stay off until I catch up.
If she wants to run from me, I want to see where she’s heading.
Twisting and turning through the streets of Vegas, it isn’t hard to hang back far enough and still keep her in my sights.
She finally slows down and turns into an older subdivision filled with Spanish villa apartments.
The lights are already on in the room she enters.
Who the hell is that with her? Another shadow crosses in front of the window. Tall, thin, and long-haired.
A roommate.
I know where she lives and her schedule.
There’s no getting away from me this time.
