Surprisingly not very dangerous

Lila stopped outside her door to brush her hair with the comb in her purse. She wondered if the blue thong she wore today would be enough to attract the watcher. Those cameras were getting trickier to find, so she hoped if the striptease she had planned would actually work. It would be embarrassing to put all that effort in for an empty room.

She opened her door and walked inside towards the kitchen, where the notes usually were. There was one large sticky note on the counter, but it had a larger message than usual. She picked it up to read it.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this. I've been distracted by you for too long. I'll won't bother you again.

The note fell from Lila's hands. She went to her room to look for a camera. The watcher had placed it in her closet quite a few times, but there was nothing there. She checked her living room, in the kitchen by the cookie jar, and even in the bathroom shower. There was no trace of the man to be found. He hadn't placed any cameras.

Lila sat back and thought for a moment. The cameras were gone now. Nobody was watching her anymore. She'd be free to change her clothes and shower without anybody spying on her.

And she was FURIOUS.

"So," she whispered to herself, as if the watcher could hear, "I spent all day long imagining the perfect song and the perfect dance to do for nothing? I've been showing myself off to you, and I don't get anything in return? Just a crappy note?! What, am I not good enough for you to perv on?!"

She was on her phone in seconds. She called in sick to work the next day, giving her Friday and the weekend to stay up and find out who this was. Lila needed to give him a piece of her mind and have him explain exactly what the fuck was going on.