Chapter 6 I Have Questions [Titania]

• I squint in the room's dimness, still seeing nothing at all. The dangerous stranger's hand hovers mere centimetres away from my temple which is torn slightly open and bleeding, thanks to his con assistant. It takes seconds for my eyes to focus, but it seems like hours. My heart pounds at his words. His subtle threat in them.
• I move my hands over the broad, black expanse in front of me. It's solid, and well-built like a brick wall; the chest of a strong man. His abs are carved to perfection behind the dark suit jacket and the rest of his body ripped all the way down. I don't dare look up to see his shimmering blue eyes watching me intently. I've never been this close up with a man I don't know — not even the uncomfortable male customers at the café got this far into my personal space. The thought of that terrifies me. He's a stiff wall of muscle and he exudes raw, unfiltered power.
• Instinctively, I inhale, curious to know what he smells like. The smell of his aftershave is pleasant and intoxicating, causing me to hold the sides of my head as a slight dizziness rocks my brain. His hands slid cautiously around my waist, holding me firmly in place. I swallow, still not looking up, feeling vulnerable and bare. I wrap my fingers around me to steady myself but his hands still don't move away. I feel trapped, like a cornered animal, praying not to get hurt.