It’s exotic and deeply sexy, almost to the point where I’m becoming aroused. I hunt around because it wasn’t here when I left. Not finding the source, I strip and grab some ibuprofen from my handbag for my aching side. As I walk through my apartment, that scent wafts in the air again. I have to clench my thighs together as I brush my teeth and get ready for bed, but the fragrance is so potent in my room, I’m compelled to find its source. When I do, I uncover the shock of my life. First, my hands feel the outline of a man’s body—a very large man—but he’s invisible. Then he appears, right before my eyes, and first, I nearly faint from fright. That is right before my legs turn into spaghetti. My brain says RUN. But I want to pinch myself because how can I accept what I just witnessed with my own eyes? Before I can do anything except scream, he clamps his hand over my mouth and binds me with his arms—they’re more like iron straps. I’m incapable of moving except for an inch or so.
