Melissa felt different. In a good way. Almost euphoric. She knew it'd been a long time since she'd had sex, but it wasn't that. She could have had sex with anyone and it wouldn't have affected her this way. It was him. Something about Asher Hudson had gotten under her skin. The way he overpowered her. Mentally, emotionally and physically. The way he softened up when he told her his story. She believed him. She realized that. He wasn't the person she thought. She didn't know why he was committing crimes, but he wasn’t the insane psychopath his files made him out to be. He cared for her. His feelings were evident when he touched her, when he looked at her, and when he'd held her afterwards. This left her worried. How was she to handle this? She was an ATF agent. She was sent to capture him. She was sent to show him that his crimes did not pay off. Yet she was letting him fuck her and listening to what was on his mind.
