This book contains two standalone stories and were previously published as Voyeur and Stalker under a shared pen name.
Voyeur:
Playboy. That’s what I think every time I watch him from the library, someone who can never be a part of his world. Every time I see him, it’s like he has a different woman in his arms, and it’s never platonic. I may be a virgin, but even I know how to read between the lines, and they’ve got fuck buddies written all over them.
Introvert. It’s my first day as an intern, and I’m determined to stay in the shadows. I like it when nobody looks at me or talks to me. Life is so much better when I’m alone, but then I see him.
That man is my boss, and even worse is what those mocking green eyes of his are telling me:
He knows I hate him.
He knows he terrifies me.
But nothing is more horrific than the moment he bends down and whispers to my ear, It’s my turn to watch you.
Stalker
Some people may think I’m stalking him, but I’m not. I just like…observing, and he happens to be my favorite subject.
I like to call him Mr. X. It’s safer that way, since he’s the hottest doctor in town, and I’d turn into a laughingstock in an instant if people find out I have the audacity of even crushing on him – someone wildly successful, heartbreakingly handsome, and so dangerously charming he can seduce you into doing anything.
I’ve seen it happen one too many times, which is why I know it’s better this way.
I stalk him when I need to de-stress. Fantasize about all sorts of things, which I then write in my journal.
He’s my imaginary boyfriend, and that’s all he was supposed to be until…
The day he suddenly meets my gaze---
Talks to me---
Touches me---
And everything changes.
Voyeur:
Playboy. That’s what I think every time I watch him from the library, someone who can never be a part of his world. Every time I see him, it’s like he has a different woman in his arms, and it’s never platonic. I may be a virgin, but even I know how to read between the lines, and they’ve got fuck buddies written all over them.
Introvert. It’s my first day as an intern, and I’m determined to stay in the shadows. I like it when nobody looks at me or talks to me. Life is so much better when I’m alone, but then I see him.
That man is my boss, and even worse is what those mocking green eyes of his are telling me:
He knows I hate him.
He knows he terrifies me.
But nothing is more horrific than the moment he bends down and whispers to my ear, It’s my turn to watch you.
Stalker
Some people may think I’m stalking him, but I’m not. I just like…observing, and he happens to be my favorite subject.
I like to call him Mr. X. It’s safer that way, since he’s the hottest doctor in town, and I’d turn into a laughingstock in an instant if people find out I have the audacity of even crushing on him – someone wildly successful, heartbreakingly handsome, and so dangerously charming he can seduce you into doing anything.
I’ve seen it happen one too many times, which is why I know it’s better this way.
I stalk him when I need to de-stress. Fantasize about all sorts of things, which I then write in my journal.
He’s my imaginary boyfriend, and that’s all he was supposed to be until…
The day he suddenly meets my gaze---
Talks to me---
Touches me---
And everything changes.
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