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steamy blue eyes that were getting warmer by the second.    
My senses were flooded with Tegan.  His eyes burned into mine, promising wicked pleasures that set my blood on fire.  His warm, dark scent filled my nostrils.  I could almost taste it on my tongue, like tasting midnight.  When his lips touched the skin of my fingers, electricity shot up my arm and tingled all the way to my toes.  Airflow through my lungs ceased and a balmy flush spread across my neck and shoulders. 
I watched, breathless, as his face drew closer to mine.  Then, suddenly, it veered off to my right.  His warm breath teased my ear when he whispered, “Happy birthday.”  It was simple.  It was sincere.  It was incredibly erotic.  I was hypnotized. 
When Tegan leaned back, the fire in his eyes had cooled.  Still very much in the heat of the moment, I wondered absently why I was suddenly alone in it.  Then I heard a voice, closing in to my right.  It offered all the explanation I needed for the abrupt change.  It was Scott.
“Senator, I’d like you to meet Ms. Catherine Deen.  She’s a Realtor here in Atlanta.  Cat, Senator Henry Keely.” 
I turned toward the senator and smiled.  “How do you do, Senator?  It’s so nice to meet you.”  Some men don’t shake women’s hands and he looked like the kind that didn’t so I was surprised when he extended his beefy fingers.  Automatically, I took them.
Our palms connected and a bolt of lightning shot through me.  It was like being hooked up to jumper cables.  I nearly soiled my beautiful gown. 
My vision swam as waves of dark images filled every corner of my mind, drowning all other thought in a silent sea of malevolence.  I saw the senator wrap his hands around the throat of a very young girl who lay naked beneath him.  I saw him shove the barrel of a gun under the chin of a man who I recognized as another politician but I couldn’t name.  I saw a trade happen at some kind of black tie event—money in exchange for a video.  I saw him watching from a distance as a young man was cuffed and put into the back of a police car. 
Though at times murky and unclear, I intuitively identified the senator’s role in each of the scenes, from rape to rage to extortion.  Somehow I was certain I was seeing a reflection of his soul, of the blackness that was eating away at him.  While it was impossible to describe, one adjective ran on a loop through my head:  evil.
I had no idea what was happening to me.  None of it made sense, what I was seeing, how I was seeing it or why.  I just knew the longer the images filled my mind, the more I felt like I was succumbing to…something, like he was siphoning away every good thing, every drop of hope and light, through the palm of his hand. 
Ambient noise became more distant, like I was hearing it through a tunnel.  A fuzzy gray fog drifted in from the periphery, closing in on the scope of my vision.  With all the strength I had left, I jerked my hand back.
Thankfully, once the contact was broken the intensity abated, but I was left feeling strangely hollow and exhausted and a little bit nauseous.  I felt the blood drain from my face, leaving a cold sweat in its wake.  I must’ve looked like I’d seen a ghost.  Everyone was staring at me like I’d sprouted snakes in my hair.
“You, too, huh?”  Tegan was looking at me intently, as though he was trying to get me to understand something, but I was too addled to grasp it.  “It is awfully hot in here.  Why don’t we get a drink and some fresh air while the Senator and Mr. Newly talk?”  Tegan took my arm again, this time more firmly, and guided me away from the senator, toward the ballroom and the bar.
He led me to a table and pushed me down into a chair.  Actually, he sort of guided my butt toward one then I basically fell into it.  I felt utterly filthy, like I’d bathed in the moral muck and mire I’d found inside the senator’s head.
“Are you alright?” Tegan