his dark brown eyes that only made him even more attractive, more wickedly sensual and—
Dammit! Get your head on straight, Annie. He’s insane, and you have bigger things to deal with right now.
“It’s true, Roger isn’t a very nice person sometimes, especially when he’s angry. I’m sure he was furious when he saw you here, but—”
“He threatened my life, a mistake he soon saw the folly of when I readied to engage in battle.” Namtar drew himself up to his full height and Annie couldn’t help but think how out of place he looked.
Even with the vaulted ceilings in this part of the condo, he looked too tall, too wide, too immense to be contained by an average human dwelling. If there was ever a man she would believe was from another world, another planet, Namtar was her guy. It certainly would explain a lot about him and his confusion…
“That’s insane. If he were from another planet, he wouldn’t speak English, moron,” Annie said to herself, bringing her hands up to cover her eyes. She had to start thinking straight, which would be a hell of a lot easier if Namtar would leave already.
“You will not speak of me as if I am not in the room!” Namtar ordered in a booming voice. Annie jumped and her hands fluttered back to clutch at her housecoat.
“You will not yell at me like a drill sergeant!” she yelled back, not as surprised as she would have been by such behavior even a day ago. The new Annie didn’t take kindly to men shouting at her, ordering her about, or telling her what to do or where to go. “Now get out of my house!”
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Namtar sighed and crossed his arms across his broad chest, not looking like he was going anywhere. “I am simply afraid for your well-being. True, I would like to know you better, would like to make love to your body for weeks without end, to bring you with me to my world and make you a consort of great renown, but—”
“Please, you have to go,” Annie said softly, a thread of real fear working through her chest as Namtar’s words grew more and more outrageous.
This was what she was accustomed to, wonderful things turning sour, a stroke of good fortune turning into the worst sort of bad luck. Now was probably when Namtar would try to strangle her in the middle of her doorway. She could see the headline now, Woman recently suspected of trying to run down her neighbor murdered by one-night stand.
“Get out! Now!” Annie raised her voice, deciding she would start screaming if she had to. The woman two units over was a stay-at-home mom whose two small children napped around this time of day. Surely she would hear her and call the police.
“Please, ninani, I am simply worried for your safety.” His voice gentled, as if he were talking to a skittish horse—or an unstable person.
Great, now the crazy guy thought she was crazy. Maybe Roger had been right, maybe she did need a nice long vacation in a room with no doorknobs.
“The magic we shared last night has aroused my curiosity,” he continued, “but the passion we shared has aroused my concern. I…care for you, Annie, I will not see you harmed.”
“Thank you, that’s very sweet.” Annie sighed, unable to deny it felt good to have someone concerned for her welfare, even if it was an insane person who was worrying for no reason.
Yes, Roger had been angry last night, and would no doubt be even angrier after seeing Namtar in their condo, but he wouldn’t really hurt her. He was a lawyer for God’s sake, not some guy who would come smack around his ex because she said it was over and had sex with another man. After all, he was the one who had been unfaithful. She hadn’t even thought of being with another man while they were together.
No sooner had those very sane thoughts zipped through Annie’s mind, than something else zipped through the open doorway. Something that buzzed angrily through the air between she and Namtar, smashing the vase
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