Free Encounters (The Alpha Stranger) Book 1 by C.T. Sloan Page B

to my car. As I walk, I glance over my shoulder to make sure I am not being followed. The fact that the garage is nearly empty makes me so fucking nervous. I should not be playing these games. All I am doing is inviting danger by stalking some guy in a parking garage in downtown Los Angeles. I get into my car and just sit there for a moment. I slap myself on the forehead. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” I yell to myself as I start up the car. I pull out and drive towards the exit. As I make the turn down to level two, I swear I see the stranger in my rearview mirror. Oh fuck! Was that him?! I don’t know. Maybe I am hallucinating. Nevertheless, this is the last time I will be playing that game. One close call is enough.
     
    ***
    The weekend flies by. While Friday night put me in a cold sweat, Saturday was a different story. I started fantasizing about the stranger again. It was enough for me to pull out my vibrator and go to town. Yes, it was a pleasant Saturday night indeed!
     
    The employees at the Cole Group stagger in at around 9:00 a.m. I do my job, answer phones, write up guest passes and sign for FedEx and UPS packages. Before I know it, 6:00 p.m. rolls around and I am ready to get out of this place. I head out to the parking garage, a little more nervous about seeing that handsome stranger of mine. I know he may have seen me on Friday. I kinda hide behind the flow of people as I look for the well-dressed hunk of a guy.
     
    Alas, there is no sign of him. Well, it is probably for the better. There are so many guys out in LA. Not many of them have the complete package as the complete stranger. Yeah, there are hot guys in Los Angeles. But many of them act like douchebags and dress like frat boys during rush week. It would be nice to find someone that has the looks and the style of the handsome stranger.
     
    I walk up to level three and head to my little ole Honda. I open the door and get inside. As I turn on the ignition, I notice a piece of paper on one of the windshield wipers. What the fuck?! Did I get a parking ticket inside the garage?! I open the door and reach around to grab the paper. Wait a minute this isn’t a ticket. I step out of the car and open the paper. It’s a handwritten note. Oh fuck. I know this can only come from one person - the handsome stranger. I’ve been busted!

    I nervously walk under one of the parking garage lights so I can read the message - “Let’s talk. Pick up the payphone by the elevator.” My eyes open wide. I look around the garage for the elevator. As I walk towards the payphone, I can feel my heart ready to beat out of my chest. People are walking in and out of the elevator but I can’t hear their conversations. All I can hear is my own heartbeat. Fuck! I can feel the blood rushing to my head.
     
    I stand there silently next to the payphone. Suddenly, it rings. I jump. Then I just stare at the phone. Something tells me to run away. If I pick up that phone, I will be talking to the handsome stranger. If I pick up that phone, he will hear my voice. The phone rings again and again. Finally, I grab the phone and pick it up, placing the receiver to my ear.
    “I know you have been watching me,” a deep voice says as I struggle to keep my composure. “Now, I have been watching you,” he continues. My hand begins to shake. I nearly drop the phone.
     
    “I’m sorry,” I offer meekly.
     
    “No, you’re not. You’re a sneaky little girl who likes to dip her hand in the cookie jar when no one is watching. I think you need a little discipline,” the stranger says as my face turns red. “I like the little black skirt you are wearing. I bet you have a little black thong under that skirt.”
     
    I turn around and gaze out into the garage. I nervously place my left hand over my backside. Then it occurs to me, I am wearing a little black thong. “Lift up the back of your skirt and show me your ass,” the stranger demands.
     
    At first, I am terrified by the stranger’s