"There's no…man?" I blink at him. "There was a man here."
"Did he hit you? Attack you?"
I glance down at my hand, and there's still blood on it. I didn't imagine things, then. How do I explain to my co-worker that a stranger touched my hand and I came so hard that I blacked out? "Uh…"
"That does it," Charlie says. "I'm taking you to the nearest doc in the box. We're going to get you looked at."
"I swear I'm fine," I protest. God, what am I going to tell a doctor? That I spontaneously orgasmed because of a bloody hobo? "Help me stand up, please?"
Charlie wraps an arm around my waist and helps me get to my feet, and oddly enough, his touch bothers me. I think of Charlie like a sibling—a little annoying at times, but harmless and friendly. But he's standing close, trying to help me stand, and…I don't want him to touch me. I don't want anyone to touch me.
Well, no, that's not completely right, I realize. Because I imagine the silver eyes of the stranger, and my pussy clenches all over again.
"I'm good," I say to Charlie, a bit more abrupt than I should. I push his arms away and take a step. Then two. I brush off my clothes. "I think I'm fine?"
My co-worker just stares at me as if I'm insane. "I'm not sure you are, Carly. Have you been getting enough sleep? Have you—" He pauses, his eyes going wide. His storky, long throat moves, Adam's apple bobbing. And he blinks. And blinks again.
I turn around, looking over my shoulder to see what he's staring at.
There's a large figure at the end of the alley, hidden in shadows. He stares out at nothing, and I dimly see tail lights on the neighboring street. He turns back toward us, and then begins to head in our direction.
Maybe I should feel fear, but weirdly enough, all I feel is a prickle of anticipation.
"Is that your attacker?" Charlie asks in a hushed voice, moving to stand closer to me again.
I discreetly step away, because again, Charlie's nearness is bugging me. It's like I don't want anyone to be close to me except…him. The stranger striding in my direction. "He didn't attack me," I tell Charlie. "I think he's hurt. He was covered in blood."
Charlie cups a hand to his mouth. "Who are you?" he calls out.
The man doesn't answer. He just moves toward us with purpose, and as he moves closer, I find myself frozen in place.
And I feel…strange. Languid. Happy. Pleasant.
Sexy.
I watch him move, and even as he comes into the light and I see just how filthy and plastered with blood the man is, he looks…sensual. He moves like a panther, a predator…a sexy damn beast.
My pussy clenches again.
"Oh…" Charlie breathes, and when I look over at him, he's got an utterly besotted look on his face. Okay, so it's not just me. There's something about this man, I think.
He approaches us, all bloody hair and naked chest. His pants cling to his legs, soaked and outlining his muscles. His hair looks long, his beard clinging to his jaw, and his eyes are such a bright silver in his face that they're positively overwhelming. As he comes closer, I realize just how massive he is. He's big and muscled, his shoulders broad and intimidating. When he comes to stand in front of me, I don't even make it to his shoulder.
The man completely ignores Charlie, his attention focused entirely on me. "What's your name, my light?"
I don't know if I want to giggle with glee or drop to my knees in front of him and beg to let him fuck my mouth. "Carly," I breathe, swept up in his spell. "I'm Carly."
And I'm all yours.
I don't say that part out loud. I'm not crazy. But I mean it. There's something about this man that is just making my hormones scream awake. I'm both horrified and fascinated, because I've never felt like this before, ever. I enjoy flirting. I enjoy getting to know a guy. I've never been so viscerally attracted to a man that I wanted to have sex the moment I saw him.
Especially not a man I found in an alley covered in blood. Yet…here we are.
The stranger puts his hand out to me again, palm up.
I reach out…and then pull back. "I'm not falling for that again." I sound breathless and apologetic as I say it. "Sorry."
His face broadens into a perfect smile, all white teeth and cocky tilt to his lips, and I get weak in the knees all over again. I think Charlie does, too. He makes a weird noise behind me, but the guy doesn't even look over at him. He's looking at me and only me, and I'm entranced by that beautiful grin. "I am called Kassam."