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five minutes. He’d warned me to not be late. I prayed he didn’t leave. The wisp of turquoise silk skirt was to blame. I changed my top three times because nothing matched the skirt. Now I am late, only minutes, but still—late.
    Racing through the damp, muggy, mini-forest, I realized my chosen top, a white spaghetti-strapped lace camisole, was a bad choice. I would be stained and filthy before I ever reached the park. Crashing through waist-high weeds and batting at silvery lines left by spiders as they flew across the path, I was on a harrowing journey though a small cleft of woods—labeled green space on county records—the middle of civilization, but so not civilized. Chirping squirrels, calling birds and the clicking things in dark shadows I had no desire to discover. I tripped twice trying to escape unseen danger I imagined lurking in the shadows.
    Relief filled me as I spilled out onto mowed grass and I caught sight of him, leaning against the silvery leg of an ancient swing set. My breath caught as I saw for the first time perhaps just how huge and powerful a man he was. A man to be feared.
    I stalled in the shadows for only a second, frozen by the sight of him, before I crossed the open span of lawn. He was like a big Greek God come to earth, a God of war or destruction, so dark and brooding, all height and muscle. Caught in the bright sunlight, his black hair seemed to soak in the heat, reflecting back nothing, his skin so deeply tanned that it seemed right at home in the blazing heat, the flame tattoos licking up his biceps seeming ready to ignite the man. He wore a skintight black T-shirt, the sleeves cut off and the round neck cut to create a V. He wore the T-shirt tucked in, further emphasizing the flat-ridged plane of his abdominals, but it was his tight, black leather pants that held my attention, seeming to mold to every curve, defining his thighs and, yeah, his package. I blushed, thinking about the penis behind the prominence of leather, already imagining that if the truth lived up to the size of the bulge…I swallowed hard, wondering if he’d gone to great lengths to try to seduce me or if this was his everyday look when not at Lewd Larry’s. Now that I thought about it, he was actually dressed so that he could have just left work or was going to work.
    He had to be melting in those pants, but if he was, it didn’t show.
    He did nothing to acknowledge that he saw me, not even the slightest tilt of his head, but I knew he did, I felt his gaze on me as I started to walk toward him.
    “I’m sorry I’m late.” The words gushed out with the remaining air in my lungs. I’d held my breath when I saw him, but even that hadn’t stilled my breathing after my race through the woods. I panted, out of breath. He lifted his brow as I doubled over, trying to breathe. I peeked up at him from under my bangs, not quite ready to stand straight, barely able to inhale. “Thank you for not leaving.”
    “My God, you’re out of shape!” He pulled my hands from my knees, forcing me upright, forcing my hands over my head.
    I bent at my side, trying to relieve a side pinch, struggling to pull my hand from his grasp to rub my side.
    “Keep your arms up and breathe,” he commanded. “It won’t hurt so much if you expand your lung area.
    Inhale slow and deep.”
    “I must appear ridiculous to you.”
    “No, not ridiculous.” He pulled me to a swing and pushed me into it.
    Closing my eyes, I relaxed into the rubber seat that hugged my butt, warm from the sun, heat rising through my skirt in a relaxing embrace. Arms still stretched over my head, I focused on breathing until I could actually inhale without pain. When I opened my eyes, he knelt before me. I trembled at his nearness for no other reason than he was near.
    I’d given myself to him—for ninety days— starting now.
    Oh God, what have I done? A sudden flash of memory filled my brain, and I remembered the feel of his tongue in my mouth, his taste.