Atlas of time

When PhD student Cecilia makes the discovery of her time, she falls into a world of danger. Surrounded by men who will do whatever it takes to get what they want, she will need to rely on old and new friends. She finds herself drawn to the mysterious man Atlas, ordered to keep her in line, but soon finds herself questioning who, if anyone, she can trust.

"Oh yes, I remember now, when you came to threaten me," she remarked.
He stalked towards her, a coy smile tugging at his lips. "That wasn't a threat sweetheart, trust me, you'll know if I threaten you." His husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.
Another suppression. She thought distractedly looking at his mouth.
He leaned closer, taking her glace as an invitation.
"Then may I ask what exactly you do call that?"
"It's a little bit sad that you even have to ask that?" He replied, looking at her lips.
Her confidence waned as his insinuations became more direct.
"Oh my mistake, you must get slapped a lot if that's your method of flirting." She squared her shoulder not willing to back down.
He leaned in whispering in her ear, "Do you have a habit of slapping people when you don't know how to react?"
She felt her cheeks heat as her mind raced to think of a response.
"You want to know something interesting?" He asked, his lips grazing her ear.
"I doubt you know anything interesting." She managed to say through the sound of her own heart beating.
He chuckled, pulling back to look into her eyes, a mischievous glint lighting in his eyes.
"I find it very interesting. That you haven't asked me to let you go."
Her heart leapt at the insulation, immediately pushing on his chest.
"Hah!" She scoffed, simultaneously insulted and embarrassed.