Chapter Twelve
My new obsession drove me day and night, the waiting, the imagining, the wild fantasies. This was my choice, he’d made that clear and I didn’t feel the least bit forced. But I was compelled. Compelled by desire to be consumed by him. And compelled by a desire to consume him. I saw a fierce passionate battle between us – why that, I don’t know. Maybe that was what I wanted.
When the thin blue envelope came in the mail on the sixth day after our meeting, my entire body rushed with excitement. The envelope was engraved with his address, my own scrawled boldly across the front.
“Alexandra.”
How did he know my full name? I’d never even mentioned it to Will.
I pulled out the note. Reginald Harold was engraved across the top, and in his bold cursive the message appeared below
