Chapter 6
Kate stopped dead in her tracks, her heart in her throat. She was terrified. How did this intruder know her name? He even called her twice! Was he a stalker? She would run, but her body seemed frozen in place. She couldn't move a muscle, and could only stare helplessly at him as he—she was sure—readied to attack her.
To her surprise he continued sitting lazily at the same spot, watching her with the same teasing glint in his eyes.
There was zero hostility coming from him. At least for now.
Kate wondered what he was thinking. His cheeky demeanor seemed at odds with the three empty bourbon bottles around him. No one truly happy would be drinking so much alone. Kate knew that for certain, because she was in the same position.
With that in mind, her curiosity got the better of her.
"H—How do you know my name?" Kate asked. "Did you stalk me?"
The man didn't answer. He continued observing her wordlessly until he let out a small snicker, "Why? Do you wish to be stalked?"
"Stop playing around!" Kate snapped. She regretted starting this conversation. He had done her no harm, but she could not figure out what he was planning either. "Tell me how you know my name or I'm calling the cops!"
"Pfft—hahaha!" the young man burst into a hearty laugh, as if Kate's panic was the funniest thing in the world. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I was just looking around the office and happened to see your name in a document on the CEO's desk."