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all over and wipe his feet clean on.
    After a long silence in the
darkness, he said, “I was just thinking . . . that it would be nice . . . if
you stayed here once in a while.”
    There was a buzzing in her head
which had nothing to do with her ears.
    “A while?” she said.
    “Yeah. You know . . .  a while.”
    He clammed up after that, and she
waited for him to speak again. But he didn’t. After a beat, she heard his
gentle snoring. He rarely snored. He must have been tired out by tonight’s
antics.
    Oh, but how would she be able to
go to sleep now?
    Come on, Kate, he’s not asking
you to move in. You are not even in that part of your relationship. He just
mentioned it would be nice if you stayed over once in a while. You know, like a
sleepover .
    But he had been on the verge of
asking her to move in. She knew it in her subconscious!
    She gazed at his form in the
darkness. The windows were framed with blackout curtains. Rust O’Brien
preferred to sleep in absolute darkness.
    “I love you,” she whispered to
his sleeping body.
    And she did. She really did.
    With her body, heart and soul.
    Train wreck .

 
    11
     
    Rust O’Brien woke up suddenly in
the darkness.
    He was thirsty. Phenomenally so.
And hungry.
    He was aware of the sleeping girl
beside him. His loins twitched. Not again ., he inwardly groaned. He had
made such a fool of himself in recent days.
    And it was all because of the
girl.
    He swung his legs noiselessly out
of bed. The hormones coursed throughout his body like molten lava. Swiftly, he
shifted into his tiger form and padded out of the bedroom. He was seemingly
more at ease with his tiger form these days, and he had been having more and
more urges to shift.
    Not an urge.
    A compulsion .
    He walked into his bedroom
lounge, which was connected to his study. He should know about compulsions
well. He gazed out into the cityscape from the glass window there – at
the spread of buildings and houses under the blanket of the night sky.
    What was happening to him?
    He was obsessed with the girl.
Kate Penney. He who had never been obsessed with anyone in his life.
    But she was everything he told
her she was. Pliant, submissive, beautiful and sweet. He had never been with
anyone like her. His last lover, the wildly feral Shamilar, was a panther, and
she liked to scratch him in bed with her sharp nails as he fucked her. Truth be
told, he was getting tired of women like those. Bold women who were as dominant
as their shifter alter-egos. Women who hunted. Women who were predators
themselves.
    That was why when Kate Penney
trailed him that first night, he let her.
    He knew that she was following
him out of morbid curiosity and her schoolgirl crush. And he was flattered. Of
course, he knew that half the students and the teacher faculty desired him, but
Kate was like an innocent lamb, so different from the predatory women that he
knew and was used to. He knew that she was out of her league – that it
wasn’t in her genetic and psychological makeup to do the things she did that
night.
    And yet, there she was. Breaching
her own comfort zone to follow him and, subsequently, to be with him.
    More overwhelming yet was his own
reaction to her later. The sex. The incredible sex. The feeling of power he had
over her to make her physically and emotionally obsessed with him.
    He found himself thinking of her
the next morning and well beyond that. He found himself reliving the sex they
had together over and over and craving for more of it. But he couldn’t make the
first move. That was the one and only time, he told himself. He was a professor
at the college, and she was his student.
    It was wrong.
    But she had come to him. Offered
herself up to him in the manner he relished. He was willing to bet she had
never done something like that before when she marched up to his office, bypassed
his PA and spread her legs for him on his guest chair.
    He took her then and there.
    How could he not? He was just a
man. And a shifter.