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him and his strong jaw caught my attention. Even from the
side, he was gorgeous. Relaxed for the first time since the car had begun
moving, I joked, "I'll have you know those cocktail weenies are a big
hit."
    He
turned his head and smiled a sexy grin. "I bet they are."
    While
my gaze slid down over his torso and I noticed how perfectly his shirt lay on
his body, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a road sign as we sped past it.
I-95? "Uh, I think you're going the wrong way. The Cross Bronx Expressway
doesn't go anywhere near my house."
    He
shifted into third gear and hit the gas, pushing me back against the seat.
"Guess you should have been paying attention instead of hiding behind your
hands."
    Fear
raced through my body. Was he serious? "Are you kidnapping me? I mean,
this feels a little bit like kidnapping since you obviously aren't taking me
home."
    That
I sounded ridiculous and a man like him probably didn't have to kidnap women
didn't occur to me in my fear. Women likely pleaded with him to take them
anywhere.
    "I
don't think they'd call this kidnapping," he teased. "Maybe if you
were tied up or at least had a gag in your mouth."
    "Please
take me home, Tristan. We're nowhere near my house and you're scaring me."
    My
hands began to get sweaty at the real fear that I had made a terrible mistake.
I didn't know this man, and no matter how infatuated I'd been with him just
hours before, he had total control of me at that moment, something very frightening.
    Still
speeding toward God knows where, he took his hands off the steering wheel and
held them up in front of him. "If you want to go home, take the wheel and
turn the car around."
    I
frantically grabbed the wheel and the car jerked to the right, racing off to
the side of the road. I panicked, turned it to the left, overcompensating, and
screamed in terror as we began to spin out. Then everything before my eyes went
black.
    The
car rolled to a stop on the shoulder and I heard him say my name in a soft voice.
"Nina. Nina, it's okay. We're okay."
    I
looked around at the car and him and saw he was telling the truth. We hadn't
crashed and I was still alive. Adrenaline coursed through my body, and my hands
began to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly, I was overcome with emotion and lashed
out at him as tears began to roll down my cheeks. "You're crazy! You're
fucking crazy! You could have killed me!"
    My
crying startled him, and for just a moment he didn't possess that cool exterior
he'd worn since the first moment I'd seen him. His brows knitted, as if he were
in pain, and he leaned in toward me to press his forehead to mine. He cradled
my face in his hands, instantly exciting me. Closing my eyes to mask my
discomfort, I heard him say, "We only know how precious life is when he
come close to death, Nina."
    He
sat back in his seat, and I turned to look at him, my emotions all a jumble.
"Why did you want me to come with you tonight? Why did you come find me?
I'm not like those women who were around you at the show. Why me?"
    "Those
women don't interest me. If they did, I could have any one of dozens right
now."
    Oddly,
that made me jealous. I didn't even know this man, but the idea of him with
anyone else bothered me.
    Fighting
back my insecurities, I said, "Maybe they like it when you nearly kill
them, but I don't. Most ordinary women like me don't."
    He
stared straight ahead into the night and started the car again. "Don't
underestimate yourself, Nina. You're anything but ordinary."
    In
truth, I didn't think I was ordinary, but it was nice to hear from someone
other than yourself sometimes. My cheeks warmed at his compliment, making me
happy the inside of the car was dim. He didn't need to think I was as
infatuated with him as I already was.
    Full
of fake bravado, I said, "You have no idea what I am. And where the hell
are we going?"
    "I
want to show you something. This is going to take a few, so why don't you
enlighten me as to what you are," he said with a smile that made an