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Was she only latching on to the first
new hot, intelligent person she encountered who gave her any kind of time of
day just because she was a little heartbroken? Or was it more than that?
    The last time she’d seen him was a couple of days ago as
they were making the final preparations for the event. He’d asked her what she
was going to dress up as and she’d told him it would be a surprise.
    “Want to know what I’m going to go as?” he’d asked.
    “The financial consultant who orchestrated it all?” she’d
remarked, and he’d laughed. He’d obviously wanted more conversation with her
but she’d forced the subject to stay on work and the planning, saying she didn’t
have much time. The truth was, that day Karabi was especially horny and it had
been so hard for her to be around him when she’d wanted him so bad . He
looked, sounded and smelled delicious, and every time he said her name or made
eye contact, her sex grew moist. But she didn’t want to want him. She
didn’t want to want anyone right now. She’d rushed out of the office that
night, eager to spend time with Kimba and Musaka when it was her shift.
    But Alex wasn’t an easy man to ignore. He was
intelligent—good at math, accounting and finance. Yet he was a people person,
acutely aware of others and exactly what he needed to do to charm the pants off
them. He sure knew how to throw a party too. Alex was considerate, had a sexy “bedroom-y”
voice, was honest and easy to talk to. And he had that finger-able hair and
trance-inducing eyes that wrinkled at the corners when he gave her that
winning, sexy-ass smile.
    Shit. She was smitten, wasn’t she?
    Karabi was still cursing herself under her breath when it
was her turn to board the elevator. Several people got on ahead of her. There
was an elephant, a peacock, a tiger and a bear. She couldn’t help but smile.
She didn’t miss the irony either that here she was—a cheetah shape-shifter
pretending to be a normal human who was pretending to be a cheetah—surrounded
by a bunch of ordinary humans pretending to be animals.
    As more people piled in Karabi found herself squeezed all
the way in the back corner, near the right-hand wall. They were loading more
people onto the elevator than Karabi would have liked. She wasn’t a big fan of
crowds at all—the aroma of so many different individuals surrounding her was
overwhelming and usually made her dizzy and a little nauseated. The elevator
was jam-packed and as the people piled in in front of her she had to
continuously step back. Eventually she tripped over herself in those stupid
shoes. She fell into someone standing behind her, who caught her in his arms.
    “Sorry,” she blurted without turning around, embarrassed.
She was more grateful than ever that she was wearing a mask. She tried to
straighten herself but her catcher put an arm around her waist and held her inappropriately
close.
    Karabi froze. What in the hell?
    She tried to turn around but the person held her so tight
she couldn’t move. She was kept upright so it appeared she was standing
normally and just waiting for the elevator doors to close.
    “It’s all right, Karabi. I’ve got you,” a velvety, masculine
whisper against her ear explained softly. Seductively.
    She knew that voice, knew that cologne, knew the scent of
the flesh of the man who was intermingled with that cologne. But she said his
name out loud in revelation anyway. “Alex,” she whispered back as quietly as she
could, attempting to hide her alarm.
    “Mmm-hmm.” He grunted the confirmation. His mouth was still
near her ear, close enough for her to feel the vibration from his throat
reverberate throughout her eardrum, sending waves of desire all over her entire
body. Why is this man so damn sexy?
    With the elevator full, the operator announced he was getting
ready to close the door and everyone squeezed in even tighter, forcing Karabi
back closer still against Alex’s rigid body. The door closed and the