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Meeting The Lion

As she opened the door to exit her building, she realized she couldn't remember leaving her apartment. Her mind swirled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation for the evening to come. Exiting her building, she looked towards the Mercedes in time to see the rear door open. Lincoln's large form departed from the car and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Even though she had just seen him the night before, her dream and fantasy hadn't done him justice.

A crisp ashen suit clung to his tone body as if he were cut from Eros' own image. Gilded in moonlight, his pitch hair held a silky sheen which glistened in the moonlight. He was even more beautiful than she remembered. Had she ever truly looked at him before? Did she look at him as a woman would when hungering for a man? She was certain that she never had. With a slight shake of her head, she attempted to drive away such distracting thoughts. She couldn't let herself be swept away by his beauty. With a renewed determination to not let him sway her will, she forced her body to move toward him.

Attempting to add an air of grace to her stride, she approached him as if she were walking on mere air. The sound of a sharp intake of breath reached her ears. She tried to convince herself that she couldn't have goaded such a sound from the lion. But upon closer inspection, she saw in his face that he was entranced with her. A smugness briefly overtook her. No red-blooded woman could resist taking pleasure in a man being overcome by the effort taken to present the perfect figure. Effecting an enhanced sway to her hips, she sashayed toward his entrancing figure. Would her figure affect his dreams as much as his own had affected her? Would he be incapable of properly functioning as result of the image of her nakedness flashing across his psyche? She prayed to any and all gods to not be the only one affected by the animalistic pull between the two of them.

Drawing closer to him she was able to see his eyes showing the familiar coal fire. As if he could draw her in and burn her alive with one glance. Her pussy moistened as she fell into his intense stare. Lincoln closed his eyes for a heartbeat and when they snapped open the fire had been replaced by cool determination. His fire tapped out by coolness, he licked his lips and took an even breath.

"You look sublime Persephone. I almost regret asking you out tonight."

He briefly paused and appraised her thoroughly with his eyes. A slight confusion marred her stunning features.

"Only so other men can't see a creature as perfect as you. I would hate to have to kill some poor fool for trying to steal you away."

With an uncommon boldness overtaking her she replied, "Oh, they can't steal what isn't yours."

For a split second she thought she heard a rumbling growl.

"They can try." Fire snapped into his eyes once more.

Nodding his head toward the still open door, "Ladies first."

When dealing with a predator certain laws of the jungle must be followed. Don't show fear. Never turn your back. And never ever try to get between a predator and his meal. For the remainder of the evening Seph made it her mantra to follow these simple rules. She would deal with the lion and make it out alive.

But her plans already started to show flaws as she realized she couldn't even simply enter his car without turning her back towards him. Seeing as she couldn't just slide across the seats in her tight dress she was forced to bend over and walk across. Giving him a spectacular view of her derriere, she made her way across the back seat to get herself settled in. As he smoothly eased his way beside her and shut the door, she found even a simple car ride would be hell on her nerves. His earthy scent washed over her. Obviously, this car was used as his primary form of transportation, or his scent wouldn't be deeply embedded. Attempting to breathe in as little of the intoxicating aroma as possible she adopted short shallow breaths.