“You’re a—” Her gaze flicked from his eyes to the tattoo and back again. She swallowed and let her apprehension show. Slamming mental shields in place, she powered down her nonessential functions to conserve energy in case she needed to fight her way free. The scared human act was her last and best line of defense as her onboard fed her possible moves to incapacitate him and escape vectors from the room.
He reached her, looming over her in a way that should have had her backing up further to stay out of range but instead had her thinking dirty thoughts about what he’d look like without the jacket and black shirt he wore. The hollow at the base of his throat, just above the open collar of his shirt, drew her attention. She trembled, the temptation to step into his body and explore that lit
