At Dusk...

I stepped from the shower steam rising to prickle at my skin. The workout had done wonders, tensing up and loosening the muscles.

As the liquid had lapped at my body. However, I stile felt somewhat listless with the echoes of earlier, almost on edge.

The red silk of my pajama bottoms slid easily over my newly shaved legs. I pulled a white cotton tank over the top, and padded

into the fading light of my living room.

I lit some candles for the soft ambiance of the room. A glow that powdered my skin golden warm. Coloring my couch, deep cushions

buried in soft lap robes, calling my name.

Just as I was about to answer. Curling up with a book or maybe the remote. I heard a loud knocking against my door. Peering through

my peep hole. My breath caught in my throat...and my body came alive again.''traitor'' I murmured to myself. Mad that I felt almost worse

now than before. Did I have to let him in? Maybe I could just pretend I wasn't home...Too late. I realized that my light probably shone beneath

my entryway. I leaned my forehead against the door, and considered banging the stupid thing. But inanament objects were less to damage

than my skull. The next round of successive pounding, caused me to stand upright quickly.

''Alex it's me, I need to talk to you''. -shit, must be work related, maybe important. The tone said he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

So I opened the dark wooden door. ''Hi''. I said. Already starting to shake. Control yourself Alex, he's not a sex god he's your partner, remember?

He stared at me holding my gaze with his steady eyes, and that was the first hint something wasn't quite right. After all the years I had known

him this action was reserved for when he was trying to hold your attention to express his strong opinion. There was something pulling at me through them, something greedy.

He had to be seeing the vulnerability in my expression. The desperate wringing of my hands. Clasping them behind my back, I broke eye contact.

Staring at the floor to get back my composer. That look had made me feel violated.

''Can I come in Alex?'' He was already halfway through the door so I wondered why he even bothered to ask

''Uhh..sure''….He'd called me by first name. What else could it be besides work? With his manor so abrupt I was curious of his intentions. Then there were his cloths, I noted they were defiantly not work

related..Before now I thought perhaps Bobby only wore suits, not tonight. A plain black tee stretched over his large frame, bunching a little at the waist

Where his Levis hugged his thighs. I found myself close to gawking as the muscles beneath the denim flexed when he stepped forward. He smelled clean all male meets soap, but musky like he'd just stepped out of the shower too. Even his hair looked damp-or was that gel?- Little waves fell away from his face. My fingers itched to test the theory.

Of course not, that was just as ridiculous, as the gold chain that hung from his neck.

He looked so much more slender than when he wore his layered suits. And so much more...what was the word I was looking for...enigmatic. There was something darkly stimulating about him tonight.

Was this a part of Bobby I did not know, had never met? He smiled at me, and even that was all wrong. It wasn't sweet at all, but more predatory.

Eyes dark and demanding. He also, gave me the once over. Lingering on the spots that now tingled. I felt as if waves of heat were radiating from his skin. That although he stood two feet away his presence covered me in pure segestive sex. I was throbbing already.

''Sorry, I was not expecting company''.

''I would have come sooner had I known''. Referring to my state of undress. I gasped blinking back at him like he had only now materialized right in front

of me. I was waiting for the punch line, or maybe even a slight show of awkwardness. But instead he resumed savoring my form, in such a way

he began to round me. Like he was looking for the best angle. Feeling like the perp in the middle of the room for the first time I understood how it felt to have Bobby Goren circle in for the kill. I remembered hearing once that if you just stood completely still, or played dead the threat might just go away-Of course he's not a rattle snake, but I sure as hell felt like prey! Maybe he was drunk on something dangerous like tequila. God knows that fire-water always made me want to hump foreign objects.

''Bobby have you been drinking?''

''Why don't you call me Robert. Don't you think it sounds more like a MANS name''? He came closer looking like a lion stocking in my direction. Wide

smooth movements. He lowered his gaze, and I took an automatic step backwards. Okay this was getting risky, I could tell from the look in his eyes what he might do if I was caught. I could hear it in the strain of his voice. It was evident in the way he moved as he slowly began closing the gap.

''And at the height of passion sweet Alex. It should be a Man that you call out to. And not this...Bobby''

Hands fluttered as always around as he spoke. But now the feline grace of his rather large hands, seemed wrong somehow. And the hungry look

in his eyes, should've been enjoyable. But made me fear him. He didn't look like he wanted to just be my lover.Enstead like he was going to

consume me. I fell back onto the couch, as he came foward.Bobby or rather Robert stood looming over me, like some dark male succubus.

God what had he been drinking? Landing with a thud on his knees, he lingered between my legs. Tracing the outlines along the hymens of

my pants. Smiling as the goose bumps appeared on my shins. Spreading out like a patchwork quilt.

I was speechless. This should be so much more than I could ever have wanted. I should be elated. But something was struggling to the surface.

Wanting to leap from the end of my tongue. This did not feel right. This was wrong!

''Stop this and explain yourself right now Goren. You said you wanted to talk, and that does not involve you man-handling me''!

He chuckled, a dark thick sound that was unlike anything I had ever heard from him before.

''For god sakes are you possessed by the tequila demon!'' I said sharply. Trying to break through his haze of crazy seduction.

''Maybe some kind of demon Alex but...''

Moving fast his lips came in closely, barely brushing my earlobe, as his arms trapped me on either side.Leaning forward he stated in a soft but intense voice.

The whisper of his whiskers along my jaw line.

''It has nothing to do with alcohol''.

Then reinforcing his statement. I felt his lips connect with that tiny spot below the ear. The thinner sensitive skin of my neck. His tongue, and then

he was nipping at me with his teeth.