Accidentally...Over?: Accidentally Yours 5 by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

the bag and saw her favorite Mexicanpastry, conchas. They kind of looked like perky boobs rolled in sugar.
    “I stopped by for my morning coffee and didn’t see you,” said Rubin, with his thick accent, “so I thought I’d come by to check up.”
    “That was very thoughtful, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Hadn’t she just said that?
    Rubin scooted closer and slipped a penlight from his pocket. “May I take a look?”
    She shrugged. “Sure.”
    Rubin flickered the light across her pupils. “Looks good.” Then he simply stared at her. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes? They are a very, very unusual shade of green.”
    Hitting on her again?
    “Thanks. My mom used to say that I have my grandmother’s eyes.” She moved back just an inch, and that’s when she noticed it. The smell in the air.
    He’s here. Oh, my… I can’t say God. That sounds weird. Okay, but he’s here! She tried to hold in her excitement. And slight irritation. She wanted to ask where the hell he’d been, or if he had any idea what she’d gone through, wondering if she’d lost her mind. The questions would have to wait until Rubin was gone, which needed to happen ASAP.
    Ashli feigned a yawn. “Well, thank you for stopping by, Dr. Ruiz.”
    Rubin chuckled. “I am Dr. Ruiz now?”
    Ashli smiled politely. “I didn’t get much sleep last night. I think I’m going to take a nap.” Yawn, yawn, yawn. See how sleepy I am?
    Rubin stood. “I get the hint, but I’m not leaving until you agree to come to my home for dinner.”
    She just wanted him to go. “Sure. Love to. Sounds good. How’s next week?”
    A strange energy vibrated through the air. It made the hair on her arms stand up.
    “Saturday then,” he said. “I will prepare my famous chicken mole,” he said proudly. She found it hard to believe he could cook anything. She already knew that his housekeeper prepared most of his meals.
    “Mole. Love mole.” She smiled and went straight for the door. “Thanks again for stopping by.”
    Rubin gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Of course, if you need anything, you must promise to call?”
    “Absolutely.” She smiled sweetly, shut the door behind him, and pushed her back against it, holding her breath. She peeked out the window and watched him disappear out the front gate.
    “Dammit! I know you’re there,” she barked.
    No response.
    “Why were you gone for so long?” she called out.
    Silence.
    She shook her head and went to the kitchen. “Unbelievable. Doesn’t matter what species, men are the same.” She continued her mumbled rant, grabbing a small plate and filling up a glass with milk. She knew he watched her. She felt his eyes all over her body, and she sensed that weird, angry vibe in the air. Why did he insist on torturing her like this? “Like I care what a stupid invisible guy thinks anyway. He doesn’t even wear underwear. What kind of guy walks around naked—”
    “My condition,” he interrupted, “is not a power. I cannot transfer it to other objects. Wearing clothes only terrifies people.”
    Ashli turned her head toward the voice. “I knew it! I knew you were there. By the way, spying is completely rude.”
    “That man, you want him?” asked that deep, seductive male voice, filled with irritation.
    Is that all he had to say?
    “Nice,” she sneered and went outside to her patio. She sat at her tiny table, where she often loved to read or eat breakfast while marveling at the jewel-colored waves. She took a giant bite of her pastry. The sugar on the top was always her favorite part.
    Suddenly, a chunk of bread caught in her throat. She sprang from her seat and attempted to cough it out, but the air in her lungs simply wasn’t passing.
    She clasped her throat.
    “Dammit all to bloody deity hell, woman!” Two large arms wrapped around her stomach.
    One thrust.
    Two thrusts.
    With the third, the chunk of bread flew from her mouth, landing in the sand.
    The arms released