"Thought I heard voices when I came to the door," she said, facing him again. "What's the matter - you talking to yourself now?"
"Naw, not me," he said. Then he looked past her shoulder and grinned more widely.
Denise swung around just as the man stepped through the door of an adjoining room. She felt a stab of panic. Facing her, grinning in the same evil manner as the dwarf, was the hugest n***o she had ever seen. The man was well over seven feet tall, she guessed, and his shoulders were broad and looked like the doors of a barn above his narrow waist and long, slim, tapering legs. He was very dark, very mean-looking, and his eyes that fastened to Denise's body seemed to shoot hot sparks of fire. And Denise knew that the look was made up of immense desire.
"This is Matt," the dwarf sai
