Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 9

But then another terrifying thought raced through my already affected mind. What if he was not who he claimed to be, and I went to a stranger's house? What would then happen? Who would I call to get help? I would be defenseless and unable to protect myself against this man. He seemed very tall when he approached me. Now, what was I supposed to do?

If it came to the issue of me accompanying him to his house, I might as well not show that I was afraid.

"When do you want us to leave?" I asked half-heartedly. Maybe it wasn't to my advantage to upset him.

But again, that silence. And I knew the answer to that question would again be with Declan. Dominic seemed impatient, though.

"Declan?" His voice sounded low, deep.

"Oh, yes, Dominic... I'll sign the discharge papers and let you two go. Do you want to stay here and help her pack?" I didn't really expect it, but I had to admit I needed the help.

"I'd like that" And his voice was no longer serious, but suddenly jovial.

Declan left me alone with this Dominic, but I still didn't believe in his identity. But the moment he turned his attention to me, I felt that this room was far too small and the air far too thin to breathe. 

"Miss Sinclair, is it alright if I help you pack your things?" Perhaps it was time to stop being so formal. 

"Rebecca, you can call me Rebecca. And you can start by passing me my clothes from the closet"

For a moment, our hands touched, but instead of pulling mine away, I kept them there. He did the same. The feeling itself was intoxicating, compelling me to want more. Wondering what sort of thrills those hands could bring to life? The thought made me shudder. The anticipation of him helping me get dressed was driving me insane. What was wrong with me? I didn't even know this man that well. In fact, I didn't know him at all. I felt grateful that he saved me, but from gratitude to lust and desire, that's a long way. Or was it?

I turned away, leaving my bare back for his eyes to see. Moving closer, I felt his breath warming the small spot next to his mouth. God, he was so close. I could almost feel his lips caressing my skin. Or was it my imagination? It had to be. Then his fingers grabbed the zipper of my blouse, pulling it up. Again, their closeness made me shift reality into sweet fantasy. I felt every part of my body coming to life. It was like it had been frozen, and now it was melting beneath his enticing touch. If sin had a name, it was certainly Dominic's name. He truly was who he pretended to be. He had to.

And he was kind of right. Who would do such a thing? Humanity kind of disappeared for a while now. Yet I felt the need to assure him I wasn't that unfaithful.

"Give me some time... mister!" My politeness was so forced. But he didn't miss a thing.

"I could ask you to address me as Dominic, as I call you Rebecca, but you still don't think that's my name..." 

I had tried not to be rude, but his acidic retorts gave me no peace. And since I felt inferior and vulnerable anyway... words were all I had left.

"Dominic Stone would not have been in New York at the same time a few creeps attacked me and stopped the car, putting his life in danger of getting me out of there alive. What are the chances of that to happen?"