Mundahlia (The Mundahlian Era, #1) by RJ Gonzales Page B

get pretty scary here at night.”
    Or so I’ve heard. “So, I take it you have a habit of roaming the forest nude at night?” I didn’t mean to sound sarcastic. Okay—I did, but just a little though.
    “I guess you can say I have a routine, so—yeah.” He grinned. “How’s that baby cut of yours, anyway?”
    How in the hell would he know about that? Wait a minute. “Are you that guy that touched me the other day!” I said, pointing an accusing finger at him.
    “Well,” he grinned, showing me his pearly whites. “—when you put it that way. By the way, that guy has a name—Jett.”
    He was different then what I’d pictured him looking like after he’d left that night. Granted, I’d only seen his clothes and shadowed face. Speaking of his face, now that I could see it, I had to admit he was pretty handsome. Better looking than I’d expected. I thought he was purposely hiding his face to keep from showing me a disfigurement of some sort. Very Phantom of the Opera -ish. But—no, he looked more than perfect, to me. Well-structured face and a tall robust physique—caught between buff and brawny. Muscular, but still looked soft enough to cuddle with. Built like a Greek god, as though he were a statue, crafted from only the finest material. The same lengthy dark hair I’d seen before, was now messy at his shoulders. He had some body hair, not a lot, but just right. Just enough to distinguish that he was indeed matured. He also had very little stubble speckled across the lower half of his face, another sign of maturity. I couldn’t really feel my eyes slipping farther down his body, until-
    “ Ahem! ” he cleared his throat to get my attention. I snapped my eyes back to his. “Usually when a person introduces themselves, the other person returns the favor. Or did your parents not teach you that either, little girl .”
    “Oh! I’m sorry! I’m Rini,” I held out a hand, but then retrieved it a second later. Don’t know where his hands were . “And I’m not a little girl.”
    “Well then, Rini . How old are you?” he inquired, eyeing me up and down. I felt both flattered and violated. A weird combination that only added to the awkwardness of his nakedness.
    “Eighteen going on nineteen soon. What about you, Jett ?” I matched the way he emphasized my name.
    “Twenty going on twenty-one soon. So, how about I go get some clothes on and help you find your way home, cool?” He crossed his arms, “I happen to know my way around these parts.”
    No way dude! First you touch me, then I see you partly naked. Who knows what would happen. “Oh. I think I can manage,” I told him.
    “You sure?” he asked. “You told me that before, but then needed my help anyway.”
    “I don’t think I ever asked you to help me, you just sort of did it anyway.”
    “Well, all right then,” he turned and started off, going further into the deep part of the ever-so-deep forest. “Are you really sure?” he asked again, turning around once more.
    “ Yes ! I’m sure!” I called, covering my eyes again.
    “ Mhm? ” he said like a question. “It was nice meeting you— again , Rini,” he added over his shoulder—continuing his stride.
    I turned and took a few steps. A few leaves in the wall of bush shook . Maybe Jett’s company couldn’t hurt. He’s just trying to help—I think?
    “On second thought,” I called to him. He stopped in his steps from a good distance away and faced me. “Maybe it’ll be better if you did help me. After all you do know your way around these parts, right?”
    He nodded then grinned. “Well, then, follow me,” he responded from afar. “If you can keep up,” he added.
     
    We came to a large cabin—bigger than mine, nestled by an eerie looking lake, after traveling a few minutes deeper into the woods. “Exactly how is going deeper into the forest going to help me find my way home?”
    “Relax, this is my place,” he explained, heading up the porch steps. “I’m just