Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him?

I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction," Saiman said, his voice dry. "You both think violence is foreplay.

You're problem is, you underestimate me because I'm a woman.

He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

The intruder hesitated, turned, and anchored itself in the corner, where the ceiling met the wall. It sat there, fastened to the paneling by enormous yellow talons, still and silent like a gargoyle in full sunlight. I took a swig from the bottle and set it so I could still see the creatures reflection. Nude and hairless, it didn't carry a single ounce of fat on its lean frame. Its skin stretched so tight over the cords of muscle, it threatened to snap. Like a thin layer of wax melted over an anatomy model. Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.

Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.

You’re touching me,” I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn’t even known I had. “No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.” “Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.