She really just wanted some down time. Some her time. She’d come to Stronghold ready to… well, maybe not play but ready to flirt and enjoy her evening. Instead she’d ended up Dungeon Monitoring, which wasn’t a bad evening but it’s not where her head had been at. Every scene she’d watched had just made her think of all the dirty things she wanted to be doing to and with Luke. She’d started planning out what they might do.

Now she was all revved up and she didn’t want to just take him home with her like he was her own personal masturbation toy. Okay, that was a lie, she definitely wanted to do that, but they weren’t there yet.

Which meant she needed to go home alone, and it would be a lot easier for her waning willpower if Luke didn’t walk her out to her car, because she would be very tempted to jump him in the parking lot.

When she finally walked outside, the frigid blast of air which slammed into her body convinced her she probably hadn’t needed to worry about molesting him in the parking lot. It was too damn cold. Although she could have used him for body heat… Yeah, and this was why she’d come out alone.

As she walked to her car, she heard footsteps coming up quickly behind her and immediately spun around, going into a defensive fighting stance, her heart pounding…

Only to realize the footsteps had sounded closer than they actually were. Someone was hurrying across the parking lot, too bundled for her to recognize them, headed for the warmth of the club. She might have tried to convince herself she wasn’t worried about whoever had keyed her car, but obviously Luke hadn’t been the only thing she’d been swimming in denial about.

Sighing, she quickly got in her car and started it, pulling out of the parking lot before it had fully warmed up. If she was going to be truthful with herself, she didn’t feel completely comfortable just sitting there in her car on her own. Even though Patrick had added new cameras and now constantly kept an eye on the lot—and probably would for a while—she was still too antsy to just sit there waiting.

Twenty minutes later she was back at her apartment building and looking forward to maybe taking a bath and breaking out her waterproof vibrator.

Maybe her sense that something was off in the parking lot had been some kind of psychic warning, because the chill that ran up her spine when she saw her apartment door felt very similar to how she’d felt back at Stronghold. Red paint made angry slashes out of words across her door, standing out stark against the brown paint behind it.

I’M COMING FOR YOU CUNT!

Fucking great.