True Mate

"Fifteen minutes. The usual place."

He'd be there in ten.

"Roman, over here," a man called to him.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

"So? What d'ya think?"

"Girl say anything?"

"She said they were roommates. Went out for a night on the town. The other female went to the bathroom and didn't come back, Went to see if she was okay but then she heard a scream. When she found her, the bastard already high-tailed it outta here."

"Guessed that much. The fucker's a rogue. Young, rash, he'll be easy to track."

"I want you to take her home. This sicko might come back to finish her off."

His eyes roamed over her delicious curves; a full, hourglass figure. He could imagine tracing the outline of those curves with his tongue...

"What's your name, beautiful?"

A pretty flush spread over her high, lightly freckled cheekbones, gazing up at him, only now just noticing his presence.

"Liv," she murmured, voice a bit shaky, hesitant.

She must have been terrified. Turning on his charm, he gave her a lopsided smile.

"Well, Liv, I'm sure you'd like a shower and a hot meal."

Stretching out his hand, she paused a moment before taking it, staring at her smaller, delicate hand in his larger, rougher one. Leading her to his motorcycle, he slid his helmet over her head.

"C'mon," he said, straddling the beast, motioning for her to get on.

* * *

She would never, in her entire life, have imagined such a sinfully attractive man; one that set could her aflame with just one look.

And he wanted her.

Maybe it was the adrenaline of knowing she was on some crazed lunatic's hit-list, or the fact that they'd been trapped in close quarters these last few days...

Ever since the brutal murder of her friend, he was her constant companion; her protector.

But there was something about him that set him apart from all other men, and it was something she'd have to figure out for herself.

He was no ordinary man.

No.

He was something else entirely...