Laying It All Out “Maybe I’m just kinky that way,” I tell him. The man with salt-and-pepper hair, by all rights a stranger, smiles at my comment, which I expected him to do, oddly enough. What I didn’t expect is how his smile would make me feel. Naked, as if I’ve already been stripped bare by him. As if he already has me in his grip, or could at any moment. As if he could have his way with me at any moment and I would be powerless to stop him. His red eyes flare wide open with an appraising look. He was thinking I would cower. I imagine that with his presence, he’s probably used to being treated with deference, not pluck. I know his type. I’ve dealt with men like him many times before. They want to conquer you, but they don’t want it to be easy. Granted, those were ordinary men. This man is most certainly a wolf. An extremely large, very well built wolf. He just happens to be in the shape of a man.
