chest
tapering to a narrow waist and his long powerful legs could pass
for tree trunks. His thick legs were covered in leather pants and a
flowing overcoat, buttoned only at the middle, exposed a good deal
rippling chest muscles. Strange, I thought.
“ Such a lovely name.” He
grinned and his eyes lingered over my heaving chest. “So shall we
have dinner this eve? Afterward, I will drop you home. Tell me, how
does this sound?”
He was moving too fast, too soon. I
swooned and my breathing went shallow. I had never been with a man
like him… well, ever. And parts of my rational mind that still
functioned wanted to know why this Dante Firestone would fancy a
girl like me. A man such as he could get any woman he
wanted.
“ Dante… Mr. Firestone,” I
said, looking away. “I really appreciate the gesture, but I don’t
usually take up offers like this out of the blue. I’m so sorry to
disappoint you. I mean, you seem like a very charming man, but I’m
sorry… I have to say no.”
“ I understand.” He sounded
completely smashed, his lips pulling down. “It was a pleasure
meeting you, Miss Clarissa Sawyer.”
“ Likewise, Mr. Firestone,” I
said and quickly walked away. I knew his intense eyes shadowed my
every move, I could feel them burning into me. I didn’t look
back.
As I briskly headed to the bus stop,
my right hand was trembling, my fingers still tingling from his
touch. I couldn’t help thinking if I’d done the right thing. I’d
have to be crazy passing up on a guy like that, but what did I know
about him? He could be a real whacko or even a psycho-killer out to
murder me or something. Use me and trash me like yesterday’s news…
Once was bad enough, I was not going to go through that kind of
heartbreak again. No more men for me, not even for a quick good
time, and not even if they looked that amazing.
I shivered as I got off the bus and
walked into my apartment. That man’s intense eyes had followed me
home. My stomach fluttered liked a nest of butterflies every time I
pictured his handsome face—If only this was some fantasy fairy-tale
and he was Prince Charming. His mesmerizing eyes, those powerful
hands and muscular arms, the broad shoulders and thick thighs… I
shuddered and suddenly realized I was wet. This was crazy! I’d
never felt this way before. I knew my dreams tonight would be full
of Dante Firestone.
Figuring I could use a little
excitement, I stripped and got in bed, my hand darting between my
thighs.
****
I stretched, a deep yawn escaping. I
opened my eyes, my vision bleary from sleep. Brightness surrounded
me… everywhere. I wiped the crust from my eyes and looked around. A
cold chill ran down my spine. I wasn’t in my room! I seemed to be
in some kind of extravagant, palatial suite. I had to still be
dreaming—Memories of Dante Firestone came rushing back, both from
my real encounter and those of my dream.
That’s it… I was still in my
dream.
One way to find out, I mused. Pinching
myself, I gasped at the sharp pain. The discomfort made my eyes
tear up… this was no dream.
Where the hell was I and how
the did I get here? Where was here ? I looked around, the whole
setup like a set-piece out of a movie. Either that or I had been
magically transplanted in Ancient Egypt… Were those hieroglyphics?
Through the columns of sandstone, I could see tall buildings carved
with runes. Everything looked so surreal, I felt sure I was still
dreaming, despite the pain from the pinch.
A large shadow passed overhead,
blocking out the streaming sunlight momentarily. I looked up
terrified. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The strangest looking birds
flew passed the glass ceiling, the pale sky cloudless. And… Wow!
Those weren’t birds at all! They looked more like giant flying
lizards.
Where was I? A sense of dread quickly
replaced the astonishment. I drew silken sheets closer, realizing I
was naked. My senses reeled and I thought I’d pass out from the
confusion.
A soft
tapering to a narrow waist and his long powerful legs could pass
for tree trunks. His thick legs were covered in leather pants and a
flowing overcoat, buttoned only at the middle, exposed a good deal
rippling chest muscles. Strange, I thought.
“ Such a lovely name.” He
grinned and his eyes lingered over my heaving chest. “So shall we
have dinner this eve? Afterward, I will drop you home. Tell me, how
does this sound?”
He was moving too fast, too soon. I
swooned and my breathing went shallow. I had never been with a man
like him… well, ever. And parts of my rational mind that still
functioned wanted to know why this Dante Firestone would fancy a
girl like me. A man such as he could get any woman he
wanted.
“ Dante… Mr. Firestone,” I
said, looking away. “I really appreciate the gesture, but I don’t
usually take up offers like this out of the blue. I’m so sorry to
disappoint you. I mean, you seem like a very charming man, but I’m
sorry… I have to say no.”
“ I understand.” He sounded
completely smashed, his lips pulling down. “It was a pleasure
meeting you, Miss Clarissa Sawyer.”
“ Likewise, Mr. Firestone,” I
said and quickly walked away. I knew his intense eyes shadowed my
every move, I could feel them burning into me. I didn’t look
back.
As I briskly headed to the bus stop,
my right hand was trembling, my fingers still tingling from his
touch. I couldn’t help thinking if I’d done the right thing. I’d
have to be crazy passing up on a guy like that, but what did I know
about him? He could be a real whacko or even a psycho-killer out to
murder me or something. Use me and trash me like yesterday’s news…
Once was bad enough, I was not going to go through that kind of
heartbreak again. No more men for me, not even for a quick good
time, and not even if they looked that amazing.
I shivered as I got off the bus and
walked into my apartment. That man’s intense eyes had followed me
home. My stomach fluttered liked a nest of butterflies every time I
pictured his handsome face—If only this was some fantasy fairy-tale
and he was Prince Charming. His mesmerizing eyes, those powerful
hands and muscular arms, the broad shoulders and thick thighs… I
shuddered and suddenly realized I was wet. This was crazy! I’d
never felt this way before. I knew my dreams tonight would be full
of Dante Firestone.
Figuring I could use a little
excitement, I stripped and got in bed, my hand darting between my
thighs.
****
I stretched, a deep yawn escaping. I
opened my eyes, my vision bleary from sleep. Brightness surrounded
me… everywhere. I wiped the crust from my eyes and looked around. A
cold chill ran down my spine. I wasn’t in my room! I seemed to be
in some kind of extravagant, palatial suite. I had to still be
dreaming—Memories of Dante Firestone came rushing back, both from
my real encounter and those of my dream.
That’s it… I was still in my
dream.
One way to find out, I mused. Pinching
myself, I gasped at the sharp pain. The discomfort made my eyes
tear up… this was no dream.
Where the hell was I and how
the did I get here? Where was here ? I looked around, the whole
setup like a set-piece out of a movie. Either that or I had been
magically transplanted in Ancient Egypt… Were those hieroglyphics?
Through the columns of sandstone, I could see tall buildings carved
with runes. Everything looked so surreal, I felt sure I was still
dreaming, despite the pain from the pinch.
A large shadow passed overhead,
blocking out the streaming sunlight momentarily. I looked up
terrified. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The strangest looking birds
flew passed the glass ceiling, the pale sky cloudless. And… Wow!
Those weren’t birds at all! They looked more like giant flying
lizards.
Where was I? A sense of dread quickly
replaced the astonishment. I drew silken sheets closer, realizing I
was naked. My senses reeled and I thought I’d pass out from the
confusion.
A soft
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