"Mr. Winslow!" she blurted, wanting to disappear. How could he say such things to her? And he didn't look embarrassed at all. "I really had better get home now, don't you think?"

"I'd like to show you my apartment first," he said, shifting back under the wheel. Rebecca didn't say anything as he started up and left the parking lot. She didn't want to appear impolite for the kindness he'd shown her. But when they were on their way up to his rooftop apartment, she shivered and backed into the corner of the elevator.

"Just because I'm turned on by you," Nate said, "don't think I'm some maniac…" He put out a hand and she took it. "Come on over here and let me put an arm around you."

The elevator opened directly at Nate's door and he let them in and flicked on the lights. The lights of town spread below the open balcony, and while Rebecca gazed out into the night Nate poured her a glass of wine. But as soon as they were sitting on the couch together, he started working on her.

"I've got to kiss those lovely little breasts of yours," he whispered, turning a special dial by the end table to dim the lights. Rebecca wiggled backward but came up against the arm of the sofa and stopped. With an easy motion, Nate got both his hands under her skirt, hooked his thumbs in her cotton panties and skinned them off over her bottom. She had her head about her this time and she kicked at him. Nate just knocked her legs aside and tossed the cotton panties across the room.

When she started after them he dragged her down onto his lap. Her skirt was hiked up and he began to rub his fingers gently at the insides of her thighs.

"Ohh, you promised you'd be nice."

"I am being nice," he laughed. "If you'd let me show you more, you'd understand just how nice I really want to be."

"No!" She tried to get up but Nate pulled her by the hips and she flopped across the sofa cushions. Like a hungry lion, he burrowed his head under her skirt. She gave a cry of surprise. She was naked under there and suddenly his face was sliding up between her thighs. Now she knew she should never have trusted him. He'd just been trying to get her to his place so he could take advantage of her. Just like Aunt Lana had warned about men.