That's the only thing attractive about him. The rest of his face was quite ordinary. But those eyes. They slice me up.
With my heart beating fast, “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice a high-pitched squeak as I flattened against the opposite wall.
He radiated so much power for a plain looking man. “This is the employee changing room.”
“You smell like vanilla and lavender,” he said, his mouth curving in a sensual line that did weird things to my ability to remain standing.
I went weak in the knees. His voice was extremely low and I had to strain to catch what he said.
I almost forgot that he was likely a weirdo or psychotic killer but I remembered quickly when he began walking toward me.
"Stop!” I cried, my voice shaking. “Or I’ll scream. Get out and leave me alone! Why are you stalking me? Leave me and forget me!"
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