Hands cover my eyes from behind me, and I gasp.
“Oh my God, I didn’t even hear you come down,” I tell Tristan. I was so lost in my head and tuned everything out. “You gonna finish what you started?”
He presses his body into mine and brings his mouth to my ear. I wait for his filthy words that I love so much, but they don’t come. Instead, his tongue slides along my outer ear, and it’s then that I feel something’s off.
I try to turn around, but he doesn’t release me. “Tristan?”
As I peel his hands off my face, I’m shoved harder into the counter as he grips my hips. When I look over my shoulder, my heart stops as I realize it’s not Tristan. Beady dark eyes stare into mine, and it’s the first time I’ve been this close to my stalker.
“Let me go,” I demand, pushing against Jack, but he trap
