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Bella-

I couldn't move, couldn't breathe and my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. My very dry mouth. My throat felt like sandpaper, but every other part of me was humming with life, new birth, like I was awake for the very first time.

I was frozen and immobile. I couldn't move if runaway horses were bearing down on me.

I wasn't sure what I expected to happen when I left my apartment dressed how he ordered me to go on our jog.

Our jog.

When did I start thinking of our time as an outing we shared?

The question was fleeting because right then, my heart was hammering a hole in my chest as the hem of my skirt brushed the top of my buttock.

Was I really letting a strange man feel me up on a crowded subway?

Again, the question, gone as his finger skimmed the lace between my legs, daring to scoot the material aside, pressing the tip inside me. Discovering my desire, my heat, stealing my will to protest.

I should be appalled. I should be upset. I should be a million things, feel a million things, but I was boneless. Silently begging him to continue.

I didn't know his name. I didn't know how old he was or where he worked, but I knew the important things.

I knew the rush of excitement only he was capable of making me feel. I knew his scent, the aroma invading my senses. I knew how his arms felt around me, his warmth that left me yearning, aching for more.

When he leaned in and asked if I wanted to be fucked over a park bench, I'd whimpered.

Whimpered from just the thought.

What the hell was this guy doing to me? Because deep down I did want that. I wanted him.

Playing with my hair, I pulled it over my shoulder, staring blindly at my desk. It was well past the hour to be heading home, but I was plagued with indecision.

I should go home. I should forget about the man stalking me. I should call Mike, and set up a date. Or perhaps go out with Alice to the bar for a few. I should do anything, anything but go to the park.

Ok, I would go home, and call Mike. That's what I needed to do.

Shoving away from my desk, I collected my things and left the building. The second my foot touched that last step however instead of heading for the subway, I turned toward the park.

A quick glance around confirmed I was alone. Biting my lip, I withheld a smile.

How bad did my stalker want to find me? I kinda hoped he had to come looking.

With this thought in mind, I hurried down the block and stopped at the cafe on the corner. Getting my favorite iced coffee, I left the shop and slipped across the street. Half a block down I turned into the park, glancing all around, looking for him.

Maybe I'd given him the slip. Maybe he'd been detained and wouldn't know where to find me.

Casting another fruitless glance around, I found the park nearly empty. Dusk was falling, shadows reaching all around me, their dark fingers licking the brick pathway.

An elderly couple sat across the park. A woman pushed a stroller near them, but besides that I was alone. Arranging the skirt around my legs, I sipped the coffee as I pulled up Facebook on my phone.

I barely saw the posts, too preoccupied with my other senses, the ones searching for his scent, his piercing gaze.

After about fifteen minutes I gave up hope and gathered my things. I would just go home and take a hot bubble bath and crawl into my sheets alone. With a resigned sigh, I started to stand when his deep, husky voice penetrated the silence.

"Were you waiting for me?"

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