“This is creepy Sherlock.  But just because you know all this, doesn’t mean that you know me.”  I suddenly feel very vulnerable.

"I don’t, but I am hoping that you would let me… know you."   She says in her low husky voice, starring into my eyes.   I stare right back into her intense green eyes, determine not to give in this time.

A scary thought just came up, I blur it out aloud, “Murderer?  I meant, have you killed anyone before?”

“What if I was a murderer?” She pins me down on my bed, challenging me with her eyes.  They say ‘What are you going to do about it even if I am a murderer.  You are in bed with me now.’

“I would put your skinny white ass in jail.”  I reply boldly.

 “My skinny white ass?  Language Doctor. And no, you wouldn’t do that, because you will miss me… especially this…”  She leans in a gives me a mind blowing kiss…

“I …will.. get… over… you…”  I manage to moan in between kisses – have to congratulate myself for having enough self control.

“That’s BS.”  She pauses to say.

“Wow, you really are full of yourself!  I only just met you, it’s pretty safe to say that I can live without you.”  I raise an eyebrow, at the same time amazed at her confidence and her bullshit too.

“BS – ‘Before Shane’.  I am hard to forget. Well, lucky for you that I am not planning to go anywhere soon, so you have plenty of time to know more about me.”  She lowers her lips to lick my neck this time.  It feels good, my skins tingle at her touches…. It’s hot in here….

“You like it?”  She whispers as she moves up to nipple my earlobe.

“You haven’t answer all my questions yet?” I moan as she continues.

“Ask me.”  She orders.

“What were you doing that night you kidnapped me?"  I say in a weak voice, my will is collapsing.

She protests, "I so didn’t kidnap you!  You were already under my spell."   She stops teasing me and sits up properly to make sure she has my attention.