Chapter Thirteen

She had already pushed him out, walking him backwards to the door. Gretchen slammed it and threw the locks. Angry at herself and ignoring his knocks.

“I’ll go because you want me to, but we are not finished, shona,” he said through the closed door, but she was already walking away.

Emptiness threatened to consume her as she washed away the evidence of the night’s activities from her skin. Tears streamed down her face as she ripped the still warm sheets from her bed and tossed everything into the washing machine. She wanted no reminders of her stupidity.

Gretchen had heard some strange things before, but never had she had to deal with anything like this. The man was a lunatic. Or he was mean, picking up on her love of supernatural romance novels to poke fun of her.

Or even worse, he was both. Crazy and mean. She wouldn’t tell Elissa. One, because she didn’t want to upset her pRegnant friend. And two, she did not want to get him fired.