So far, I’d confiscated four pair. She was out shopping for more even now. Being away from her was both good and bad. It let me focus on work and all the projects that routinely crammed my brain. At the same time, it let my mind stray back to her and the things I wanted to do to her—and the things I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do. I was becoming obsessed. The ticking of the clock was driving me crazy and I ended up locking myself in my office where I heard nothing but the sound of my own breathing and the flipping of pages and the occasional chime of my email as I dealt with one project, then moved to another, before getting distracted by something else entirely. It was chaos and it was insanity and I thrived on it. The sound of the front door opening, followed by a familiar voice was a welcome respite. “Hello!” “Back here, Fawna!” There was a low, bleat of a cry and something that was both panic and curiosity bled through me. “You brought the little guy, didn’t you?”
