There were definite tingles at the touch, and they made her sick. Actually, they made her smile, but deep inside, the part that knew exactly how and why she felt the way she did, that part was sick. To think that some twit in a diaper could shoot his love arrow and make her fall for this...thing. Well, it was a useful thing. Could be.
"You will if you stay here. My poor darling." Her voice hinted at desire, need, and perhaps even love. She leaned forward, to be closer to him. Yes, that little voice inside her wanted her to run away, but the love would hear nothing of that. It would have its way.
"Dexter." She purred the name, which wasn't easy. The sounds that made up this man's name did not give themselves willingly to purring. Unfortunately, her name was nothing like this. "Baba."
Her head dipped slightly, she was ashamed of her name? No, she loved her name; it could strike fear into those that knew it, and even some that didn't. It was a powerful name, but it didn't sound like his. It sounded like something a sheep might say in one of those silly children's books.