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arrived.
    Then he came into view again in his characteristic head to toe black get up, with the shirt beneath a black vest buttoned right up to mid-throat. He seemed unusually keyed up, and kept touching his mask.  
    “Can you see me all right?” he asked, his green eyes flaring bright in the dark eyeholes of the mask.I sucked my bottom lip, and typed dazedly. Yes. Oh … yes.
    He glanced to the right of me, I presumed at the comments box, and nodded, his shoulders trembling a little in what I assumed was   silent laughter.  
    I never picked you shy … a big bad ass like YOU. So cute.  
    I couldn’t help myself.
    “Then you don’t really know me at all,” he said quietly.  
    Shit. He sounded really fucking angry. Lest he call the whole delicious show off, I removed my recalcitrant fingers from the keyboard. I realized I was trembling.  
    He removed the mask first, slowly, and tossed it aside.
    He came close to the camera so his entire face filled the screen and simply stared out at me, blinking slowly.  
    I found myself leaning closer. My elbow typed and commented nonsense:ssssssssssssssstttttttt
    He glanced at my comment momentarily, a shiver of a smile touching that mouth of his. He had the most mesmerizing set of dark green eyes. The ring below his unrelenting flirty bottom lip flashed.
    I found my hand rising to touch the screen.
    I wanted to touch him for real.
    He sighed, and pushed back his dark hair that had fallen into his face, and then moved back from the camera, and undid the buttons of his floor length form fitting black coat. Unlike the mask, he carefully laid this over the arm of a plush red velvet window seat of arched stain glassed windows. He ran his large white hand reverently over it.
    Holy shit. So beautiful. He was breaking my heart right now, and he had only just removed his damn coat. This was more than I could bear. My hand shook on the bottle of wine as I refilled my glass.  
    Thornton’s hands then moved to his vest, his fingers moved nimbly over the buttons, and then he shrugged out of it and laid it on top of the coat.  
    The shirt clung to him in all the right places. I took a moment to appreciate him just standing there in those black tight pants, crazy boots, and that shirt hugging his huge pecs, flaunting his amazing physique.  
    He nodded slightly, and smiled. “Proceed?”
    I almost knocked my wine glass over in my excitement to respond. YES! Please do!
    He laughed softly, and then simply ripped his shirt. Hmmmm, obviously he didn’t hold it in the same regard as the vest and coat.
    It fell to the floor.
    He was shaking, I realized.
    My stupid wine sloshed mind tried to tell me it was for me. For my attentions.
    He looked down, and moved closer.
    I gave a squeal of excitement at the sight of him. I was recording all of this of course – his stupid private room be damned. I had a good program hack, and this was the absolute fucking best! I needed to keep it forever.
    Holy fucking shit. Unbidden, I felt my thighs part. He was… magnificent. Physically, much bigger than my Brett. Huge chest, he was muscle and hard flesh with dramatic contrasting shadows, and his ink was so exquisitely beautiful. The designs of the demons and angels were rendered more intricate in this light. I realized my mouth was hanging open. I loved the rippling muscles at the V of his hips; his obliques looked as sharp as knives. He had a beautiful body, but like his face, he insisted on covering the fucking thing up. Why? I wasn’t about to ask him now. I was interested in what he would do next.
    I considered my response carefully. There seemed no other word that was adequate. WOW.
    His head was still lowered. He had not seen my message.
    Look at me. I typed.  
    I knew the messenger would be pinging him in an infuriating way, signalling that I was indeed responding!
    Finally, he looked up, straight into my eyes, and his gaze was blistering fucking hot; I felt a little senseless from the intensity of