overhung her garden when someone came around the corner from the front of the houses. Taking a breath he smiled grimly, a rumble started in his chest and his top lip lifted on one corner, un-fucking believable, how dare she.
Maya had waved Binks off earlier, after he'd dropped of her spare uniform for the coffee shop he ran in town. He was a nice man and had become a good friend. She'd worked for him for the last 5-months, ever since she'd moved back to this part of the country. He was a good looking man, jet black wavy hair he kept short, amber eyes, chiselled features, muscular with a trim waist. The only problem was he did absolutely nothing for her, no spark, nothing. She'd decided early on that they'd be nothing more than friends. Story of her life really, she seemed to find friends but no one she connected with. She'd never settle down at this rate, but he seemed to feel the same way about her. He treated her more like a sister than a single female. Come to think of it, she'd never seen him with a woman, not even flirting with one. Maybe he and Sam were partners in more than just the coffee house. Oh well, to each their own. She was still extremely fond of both of them.
She was feeling a little antsy now he'd gone. Maybe a run through the woods would help burn off some energy. She'd taken to it doing it the last couple of weeks, being outside amongst the fresh air and trees relaxed her. It also helped her sleep as the recurring nightmares had really begun disturbing her, well them and the voice. If he was here he'd kept quiet since last night so hopefully he'd either make himself known, or he would now leave her alone. She wasn't sure which scenario she preferred, and that was a little unsettling. What was it about him that attracted her? He could be rude and aggressive but she'd also seen a gentler more vulnerable side to him too over the years. Was he the reason she wasn't attracted to anyone else? That truly was a disturbing thought that she'd been pining away for a disembodied voice, someone who may or may not be real. Someone who had told her he'd make her a slave to his body, she actually shivered at the thought of that one. What the hell was wrong with her? She should be screaming and running in the opposite direction, not hoping that he was real.
Changing into shorts, trainers and a t-shirt, Maya put her hair into a high ponytail and opened and locked the front door. She took off running, noticing that the curtains had moved position in the house next door. The young woman that had been living there hadn’t stayed long, not even long enough for her to learn her name. They'd moved in the new tenant quickly, she'd only moved out the day before last. Letting the thought go, she watched the sun disappear as she headed towards the path that led to the tree-line at the back of her property. She began to relax, enjoying the burn in her muscles as she jogged along at a sedate pace. She loved the feeling of freedom running gave her, the open spaces and the smell of the earth beneath her feet. She'd just gotten into the tree line when she was roughly grabbed from behind. She jolted to a stop and was turned, her body slamming into the solid mass of the chest now before her.
"What the hell!" she managed to sputter, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs, as her heart began hammering behind her rib cage in fear. Especially when she heard a menacing rumble coming from the broad chest of the man presently glaring down at her.
"Who the fuck have you been around?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She snapped, trying to pull free from the hand that still had a death grip on her arm.
"I asked you a question female. Who the hell you've been around?" he snarled the words this time, amber eyes slitting and nostrils flaring as he put his face closer to hers. He was trying to intimidate her, invading her space as he stepped even closer. He took