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wasn’t the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. He
was soft, even kind of pretty, but there was a kindness in his face
she found refreshing. He removed his hat, revealing a thick wave of
brown hair.
    “I’m looking for a bed fellow tonight and would be
ever so grateful if you’d agree to accompany me.”
    She giggled, she couldn’t help it. His eyes were
round and sincere. He looked so out of place, he kept tugging at
his too tight tie, but his friendly smile never wavered. He kind of
reminded her of thumper the rabbit when he’d bumped into his lady
rabbit in the meadow.
    At no point had she ever wanted to engage in what was
happening all around her, but his voice was so soft and lulling,
that her fears were streamers gently falling to the ground.
    He smiled a nice row of white teeth and there was
something about him that she immediately liked. Maybe it was his
smell. Sweet and spicy, like hot licorice, it beckoned to her and
she surprised herself when she nodded her agreement.
    He held out his hand and she placed hers in his. His
thumb lightly grazed her knuckles. There was no heat like what she
felt with Slayde. Everything was happening in a haze. In no time
they’d made it up the flight of stairs and before she knew it, they
were in her room.
    Still, she felt at ease. Doubt tried to nag at her,
tried to dig a hole through her subconscious into her conscious
mind. A warning that this was so out of character for her, but it
never came fully to fruition.
    “I’m a painter,” he said, sitting down on Ari’s bed
as he started to undo his black tie.
    Sable leaned against the door. “What do you
paint?”
    In here his scent was even stronger. She inhaled,
filling her lungs with the enticing aroma.
    “Landscapes mostly.” The black ends of his tie
dangled as he started to unbutton his jacket.
    She watched his long, lean fingers work the buttons
through the hole, then he shrugged the jacket off and began rolling
up his white sleeves.
    “But I’ve wanted to paint a portrait, and the
striking contours of her your cheekbones beckoned me.”
    She had a memory of herself at age five, driving
through a tunnel with her car window down. The lights had rolled by
in a blur, the wind had made her dizzy and lightheaded. That’s
exactly what she felt now. She wondered if this was what it was
like to be drunk. Was it possible to get drunk from fumes? Because
it seemed like the more she inhaled his spicy cologne, the more
weird she felt. Her knees wobbled.
    “Is the floor moving?” she mumbled, gripping the
doorjamb tight. The room was spinning, the walls were closing in.
Like being in a fun house. How couldn’t he feel it?
    She closed her eyes, trying to squelch the vertigo
that was making her mouth go dry.
    He shook his head. “No, of course not. Are you okay,
Bunny?”
    She bit her bottom lip, really feeling the rolling
movement of the floor now. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear
she was on a boat in the middle of a stormy ocean.
    “I feel a little green around the gills.”
    “Open your eyes,” he commanded.
    She cracked open one eye.
    “Good. Now,” he gestured, “come here. The room is not
pitching.”
    It was the weirdest thing, because the moment he said
it, the waves stopped. Her stomach settled and she frowned. What
had just happened to her? She hadn’t made it up. And yet, there
were no lingering effects.
    “Come,” he ordered again.
    She felt compelled to please him. Which was strange.
She wasn’t normally so docile. She knew this, but still she
couldn’t seem to stop herself from following his command.
    He pointed to the bed. “Lay.”
    “Umm, I don’t know...”
    He grinned. “Not to worry, Bunny. I mean you no
harm.”
    “So you don’t want to sleep with me?”
    He shook his head. “I’ve certain proclivities, you
see.”
    His answer was a balm for ragged nerves. A
high-pitched giggle rang in her ears. She frowned, glancing around
and realized the sound had come from her. Again,