The Tooth Collector (and Other Tales of Terror) Read Online Free

The Tooth Collector (and Other Tales of Terror)
Book: The Tooth Collector (and Other Tales of Terror) Read Online Free
Author: Lindsey Goddard
Tags: thriller, Horror, Paranormal, Short Stories, supernatural, Monster, Ghosts, Anthology, collection, scary
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register if you feel woozy.”
     
    Cynthia forced a weak smile. “Thanks.”
     
    “What do the doctors say?” He selected a
phillips head screwdriver from the collection of tools on the floor
and flipped a piece of particle board into a standing position.
     
    “They say all kinds of things. My iron is
low. My blood pressure is high. And that's just the tip of the
iceberg.” She paused, not wanting to sound so pessimistic, then
added. “But they say the Pre-eclampsia is under control.”
     
    She pretended to straighten the merchandise
on the counter, secretly watching Jason as she worked. She'd been
so lonely lately. And he was so sweet. “Thanks for taking care of
everything while I was sick,” she said.
     
    “No problem. We're partners.” He positioned a
metal piece over the particle board and set to work driving the
screw into the hole. Cynthia bit her lip. She tried to view Jason
as a business partner and co-owner of the shop, but her hormones
went wild at the sight of him. He looked up at her. “You don't have
to stay late with me, you know. I'm a big boy. I can lock up by
myself.”
     
    “It's okay.” Cynthia hesitated for a moment,
then smiled and decided to continue. “I enjoy spending time with
you.”
     
    Arching his eyebrows, he set the screwdriver
on the floor. “You do?”
     
    She blushed... or maybe it was a hot flash.
“Yeah.”
     
    Jason grinned. A crooked tooth near the front
of his mouth made his smile all the more charming. She loved the
curves of his lips, the stubble on his chin, the sexy way he
chuckled nervously as he ran a hand through his short, dark hair.
“I like spending time with you, too.” Jason stood up and approached
the counter. Cynthia couldn't help but smirk, thinking Jenny was
right all along.
     
    Cynthia's heart sank at the thought of Jenny.
She hadn't spoken to her best friend in weeks. Cynthia had broken
an unspoken rule by refusing to talk about the pregnancy. They had
never kept secrets from each other in the past. Jenny couldn't
understand what had changed. Eventually, it drove them apart.
Cynthia laughed as she remembered Jenny's theory about motives.
“Everybody's got a motive” she had said.
     
    “What's so funny?” Jason asked as he stood on
the customer's side of the counter, smiling at her.
     
    “I was just thinking... about motives.”
     
    He squinted one eye in a questioning gaze.
“What do you mean?”
     
    “I mean... This might sound stupid and
conceded, but... well... I'm very curious about something...”
     
    “You've got my attention.”
     
    “Before you decided to invest in the store...
were you interested in me? I mean...as more than a business
partner?”
     
    Jason rested his knuckles on the counter and
leaned in close to her. “Like a friend?” His lips curled away from
his teeth in a teasing smile.
     
    “Well, maybe...”
     
    He brushed a lock of brown hair from her eyes
and leaned closer. “Or maybe more than friends?”
     
    “Maybe,” she replied, his lips inches from
hers.
     
    He leaned in closer. She could feel his hot
breath on her ear as he whispered. “You're very beautiful, you
know. I suppose we all have motives, don't we?” He slid his hand to
the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Warmth danced over
her skin, tingling between her thighs. It was a feeling of euphoria
she hadn't felt in ages. Followed by a wave of nausea.
     
    She pulled away. “Sorry...” Cynthia felt
lightheaded. She fought back a gag and spoke with her eyes closed,
embarrassed and nauseated at the same time. “It's not you. I'm
sick” Her voice shook with the last word as she tried not to cry.
Her perfect moment was ruined.
     
    “It's okay,” he said, putting his hand on top
of hers. “We'll try again when you're feeling better.” He smiled,
and she couldn't help but smile, too.
     
     
     
    The hospital bed rattled softly as a nurse
wheeled Cynthia down the hall. The pain in her gut exploded. It
felt like her
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