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forgot to be afraid, storming around the counter.
    “Are you totally out of your mind? Listen to yourself. I smelled special? I use the cheapest perfume from the local drug store. You had a talk with Reggie? He is the biggest coward in the world. You probably took years out of his life. He probably left the company right after they fired me. You come into my life, ruin it then you keep track of me. What are you, some type of special terrorist?” By this time, she was in front of him with her hands on her hips. She had her head tilted back. It finally dawned on her she was yelling at a seven foot tall, very strong man who broke laws as if they were written for everyone but him.
    Beth realized he hadn’t moved. He was still leaning backwards against the counter.
    “Not terrorist, think darker.” His voice was as quiet as his words.
    Her anger was slowly leaking away. She did take a step back. She didn’t want to think about his words, she didn’t want to think darker. “Look, I don’t want your money. I don’t want you in my life. Just get out. Go find someone else to put the funds into their account. You can get it from them. Hundreds of people out there will jump at the chance to give you your money for fifty thousand. Just leave. My keys are on the end of the counter. Go!”
    He looked at her as if he was totally fascinated.
    She stood there breathing hard, one hand on a hip, the other pointed strongly at her door, her head back, glaring up at him.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Her anger got her this far. Beth looked at where her finger was pointing. She saw the jacket covering the ugly black weapon. What the hell was she thinking? She looked back, biting her bottom lip. She watched him rise up from the counter and started to move towards her. His movement was like a proverbial jungle cat, all the muscles in his long body flowing together, a slow graceful motion that was without sound, but with amazing strength.
    Beth knew when she saw real danger, and real danger was approaching her now. Not only that, his eyes had changed. She backed up, not daring to look away. She felt the corner of her couch brush one leg. She moved sideways so as not to fall. She gasped—he’d moved so fast, he had her pinned against the wall, his hard body supporting her, feeling as solid as the sheetrock in the wall behind her.
    Beth was staring into those strange eyes and everything in her mind had quit working. Later, she would rethink this whole situation wondering if she was under some thrall, but at this moment, looking at the eyes that had changed, she knew it wasn’t contacts. No white showed, only that old gold with the radiating black lines coming out from the center black slits that were like cat eyes.
    Beth was breathing, yet she felt she wasn’t taking in enough oxygen to fill her body. She felt a tremor start from everywhere they touched. She couldn’t even fight. He had pulled her up as well as holding her tight. She didn’t think her feet were on the floor.
    Beth didn’t know when her arms had slipped under his, to hang onto his back. She could feel his ribs expand as he took in a deep inhalation. She understood that he was drawing in her smell for some reason. He had his face deep into her hair, just above her ear. She heard the sigh he made. It was so soft so different from the hardness of his where he held her.
    Beth felt the heat of his body. It felt warmer, as if he had a fever. She felt the growth of his cock as it filled out pressing into her belly. To her surprise, she also felt her own response. A heat began to emit between her legs. The tips of her breasts were knotting up almost painfully.
    He shifted, shoving a muscular thigh between her legs. Beth felt the seams of her jeans pushed deeply into her cunt. Her mind had shut down, leaving her body in charge. This wasn’t Beth. Beth was a computer accountant who didn’t get much fun from sex, didn’t really like sex, but this body was feeling the hot thigh that