My actions and instant response to the stranger were troublesome, no matter my fantasy life. It couldn’t happen again no matter how much I may want a repeat. I needed this job, no matter how monotonous, and I couldn't afford any more distractions. But my job didn’t require much brain power to begin with and I kept remembering how soft his lips were, and how his teeth across the skin of my neck sent shivers down my spine. His large hands had held a dual promise of strength and tenderness and my body refused to forget that.

It was a long day.

Barely managing to get my quota of files archived turned in by the end of the day, I contemplated taking the stairs down the fourteen flights but finally opted for the elevator which I made sure was Stranger-free. I cut through the underground parking garage while the bulk of the crowd headed for the taxis out front. Few people were able to park under the building, certainly not a new temp even if they did have a car, but it was a much faster route to the subway station two streets behind the building and nobody had told me walking across it was off limits.

I headed down the single flight of steps and out into the chill afternoon air of the underground garage. The squeal of tires came from somewhere in the multilevel complex but I saw nobody else, just lines of cars. Rubbing my arms, the bite in the air promising cold temperatures as soon as the sun set, I turned toward the guard shack, wishing I’d brought something to slip over my arms. It was late spring but the weather had taken a colder turn over the last few days and I wasn’t dressed appropriately.

Someone grabbed my arm and jerked me sideways into the shadows beside me. Before I could make a sound a hand clapped over my mouth, and I was dragged back into a small alcove half-hidden from the rest of the garage reserved for motorcycles. I struggled but the arms holding me were implacable, like iron across my body.