3. Nia

What are you doing, Nia Faye? A panicked voice yells in my head. But everything else in me is sure. My gut, my body, my fucking heart. I need to be alone with this man. Need to stare into his beautiful eyes, get naked with him, feel him all over me, around me, inside me. I saw the looks on my girls' faces. They were shocked by my move. But I know them. If this man meant any danger to me, they would have tackled me right then and there rather than let me leave with him. Not that he's not dangerous. Kenji, whatever his last name is, exudes danger. He's of the same world as Dmitry, Frost and Alessio. A dark, intriguing world. One I know little about in my simple, normal life. With his hypnotic eyes and intense presence, this man had me hooked with a single gaze. Ready to burn for him like a moth to a flame.

The crowd of the club parts for his imposing figure, and I follow on jellied legs. Each step getting us closer to finally being able to touch each other freely. Taste one another. Consume this mad thing brewing between us. By the time we make it to the door, Kenji's long strides have me scurrying at his side. His hold on my body is firm. Long fingers curled over my hip, keeping me plastered to his powerful body. I feel the strain of his muscles under his expensive suit. My head, light with the cloud of his scent. Breaths short, from our proximity. I feel like I'm about to combust. And he hasn't even actually touched me yet. This is madness. We step into the night and the cooler air feels good on my burning skin. I take a deep inhale and raise my gaze to the side of his face. Under the streetlights, his features appear even more striking. Cut cheekbones, midnight eyes and a sinful mouth I can't wait to taste.

"Where are we going?" I blurt out, my brain seeming to regain some function.

Kenji lowers his half-mast gaze to meet mine.

"My place."

The feral rasp of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. And I can only nod. Again. Like some stupid rag-doll. I've never felt anything like this. Never acted this way. But this man. This dark, sexy giant stoke a fire inside me like no other.

He hands a ticket to the valet, never letting go of my body. Jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his carved cheek, and within minutes a sleek black sports car is brought to the curve. Kenji gets the door for me, then walks around the hood. The interior is all dark leather and gleaming wood. I put on my seatbelt with trembling hands, inhaling the scent of him inside the small, closed space. The engine purrs and we take off. Gliding through the quiet streets. I'm shaking with anticipation, my heart beating fast, my thighs clenching. We both keep our eyes on the road ahead of us, not exchanging a word or a touch. As if what we're feeling is too much, too big, and needs a much larger outlet both in time and space. As if we knew that a single glance, a simple brush of our skins, will set us both ablaze.

The streets blur through the windows. Kenji's powerful car swallowing the asphalt. Streetlights flashing through the night.

Time seems to stretch endlessly, like we're stuck in a loop. Like we're never getting out of this car. Because this can't be real. What I'm feeling. How beautiful this man is! The way he looked at me. Grabbed a hold of me. Swept me off my feet.

The minutes on the dashboard's digital clock stretch to infinity. And finally, after what feels like hours, although I rationally know it was only minutes, we arrive in front of a commercial-looking building. Kenji opens the underground garage gate with a small remote and smoothly slides inside. He parks with swift, efficient movements, then climbs out to get my door. He grabs my hand again, holding me close to his body. The contact is just as electrifying as the first time. Our footsteps resonate on the cemented floor, the only sounds in the vast, quiet space. I vaguely notice the lines of luxury cars as we walk towards two men who appear to stand guard by the parking elevator. Kenji sternly nods at them, jaw still ticking. They respond with a bow of deference before one of them presses the elevator's call button. The heavy metal doors barely close behind us, that my fantasy man finally turns his burning eyes to me. This time, both his big hands wrap at my waist, pressing me to the back of the cabin. He looms over me, all big, tall and panty-droppingly terrifying.

Bending low enough that his nose brushes mine, he growls, "I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. You're fucking perfect, baby. I've never felt anything like this. Not even fucking close. I'm gonna fucking worship you until the day I die. But first, I need to fuck you."

Ooooh, shit!!