Possessed By You (Overworld Underground Book 1) by John Corwin Page A

away, or perhaps time had simply stopped flowing. My breath shuddered in my lungs, and the air suddenly seemed much colder without his warmth against me. I could not stop looking into his amazing green eyes, nor stop the wondrous expression from spreading across my face. How could this be? Who was this man, and what had he slipped into my drink to make me feel this way?
    "Who are you?" Thomas said, the slightest glimmer of a smile in his eyes. "And what have you done to me?"
    "Those were the exact questions I wanted to ask you."
    "I asked first."
    I shook my head. "I can't think straight right now." My hand still rested on his shoulder.
    He reached up and took it into his, weaving his fingers with mine. "It's late, Emily. I'll see you home." He stepped to the curb and waved down a taxi. Handed a bill to the driver. "Goodnight."
    "Y—yes. Good night, Thomas."
    He brushed his lips against mine. "Sweet dreams."
    I dropped into the backseat of the taxi and sat there for a moment before the driver prompted me for my address. I shook the cobwebs from my head and told him. Looked out the back window to see Thomas standing there, his eyes never leaving the taxi, until he faded in the distance.
    During the short drive home, confusion mingled with my elation. Worry gnawed at my insides. What in the world had I gotten myself into?

Chapter 6
    "Oh my god," Isabel said, her eyes going wide when I spilled the beans to her. She wore pink Hello Kitty lounge pants, a black T-shirt, and was nibbling the chocolate from a Dove bar. "You did what?"
    "I kissed my boss." Technically, he wasn't my direct boss, but he was a boss. And the kiss had been far more exciting than I really wanted to admit.
    She jumped up, pausing the reality show on the television. "You're making up for lost time fast, girl! Tell me all about it." She ran to the fridge. "Want a Dove bar?"
    I nodded.
    "Some wine?"
    I looked at the time. It was almost ten. But my nerves felt jumbled and my mind replayed the evening over and over again. "Yes, please."
    Isabel smirked. "Oh, this must really be a humdinger."
    I accepted the ice cream bar and glass of wine, sampling each before launching into my oratory. By the time I'd finished, Isabel was on her second ice cream treat and another glass of red wine.
    "He's the guy who saved us from the asshole in the alley?" Isabel said. "Are you freaking kidding me?"
    "It's all rather surreal." I used my lips to pull the last bit of ice cream from the stick. "I wonder if I've been drugged."
    "Oh, you're drugged all right." She grinned. "What a cool date. I hate it when guys take me to a fancy restaurant, and think it's gonna get them in my pants."
    I smiled. "Because they don't even need the dinner do they?"
    Isabel gasped and laughed. "You are so mean."
    "Mean, but right?"
    "I'm pure as the wind-driven snow, I'll have you know." She stuck her nose in the air and huffed.
    "That's my Izzy."
    "So." She gave me sideways look. "Are you going to do him?"
    A flush ran up my face. "Am I what?"
    "Gonna do the tango? Let him ride in the trunk?"
    I swatted her shoulder. "You have such a filthy mind."
    "Filthy in a good way." She held up her wine glass. "Here's to awesome dates, amazing kisses, and well-hung knights in shining armor."
    I clinked my glass against hers. "I can drink to that."
    "So is he?"
    "Is he what?"
    "You said you felt him during the last kiss. Is he well hung?"
    I laughed. "I didn't exactly break out the tape measure."
    Isabel gave me a curious look. "But did you feel him? You know, do the crotch test? I do that sometimes when I'm thinking I might want to do a little something-something."
    "Good lord no!" I shuddered. "I just felt him against my leg, you little pervert."
    She cackled with laughter. "You're so uptight, Em. You really need to loosen up. Don't let the asshole in your past ruin sex for the rest of your future."
    Some of the fun went out of the evening as I thought of him . I stared forlornly at my half-empty wine glass.