Page 34 of Wicked Little Secret

You said you would be quick.

This is not quick.

My thoughts pushed back at every turn, reminding me of my original intention. But I pressed on anyway, operating on a fanatical beat that had me blocking out these thoughts. At least for the moment.

I was browsing Nyssa’s underwear drawer when her ginger feline made her loudest objection yet. She hissed and then leaped toward me as if to pounce. Her paw slapped and swatted at my loafers and produced a laugh out of me.

“Alright, alright, you don’t want me here,” I said, clutching a soft cotton pair of Nyssa’s panties.

I was growing hard just from holding them. Imagining the fabric clinging to herpussy.

I stomped that thought out immediately, scolding myself for how inappropriate and unprofessional it was.

…isn’t everything you’re doing right now inappropriate and unprofessional?

Scowling at myself, I shoved the panties back in the drawer. Nyssa’s cat was right.

It was time to go. Before I spiraled any more out of control.

“Next time, I’ll bring you tuna,” I promised the cat, then ran a hand through my hair.

Next time? There won’t be a next time!

…right?

I was halfway down the hall, caught up in an argument with myself, when the lock in the front door jiggled.

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. I stopped dead in my tracks at the horrifying realization.

Nyssa was home!

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. My head snapped left, then right, as I desperately scanned the area for a place to hide.

The front door was flying open as I was slipping behind a different door.

Nyssa’s closet.

Her cat still wasn’t satisfied, meowing evenlouder to alert her.

“No,” I whispered, cracking the closet door open. “Bad kitty. Shhh. Don’t—damn it!”

The ginger cat fled from her bedroom to greet her at the other side of the apartment. I waited with a coursing pulse, holding my breath for the moment I’d be caught. Nyssa would wonder why her cat was behaving so erratically and she’d inevitably make her way into her bedroom.

How could she possibly come home and not eventually check the closet? Particularly if she begins to suspect someone was here while she was gone.

Genius, Theron. Simply fucking genius.

You just had to sneak into the girl’s apartment.

So smart, you’re as dumb as Wicker sometimes.

I gritted my teeth and listened for every sound playing out from the other side of the apartment.

“Sorry, Peaches. Give me a moment, okay?”

Nyssa’s rushed movements grew closer and closer. She was in a hurry. Her bedroom door was shoved open and she scurried into the room already pantsless.

Interest immediately piqued, I cocked my brow higher and pressed my eye to the crack in the closet door.