His touch was intoxicating. She was losing herself in something that she couldn't quite name. Desire? Lust? She didn't know, and the warm feeling of his hands on her made her not even care. She wanted to melt into his arms and lose herself. But there was a dark ugly spot dancing around the edges of her bright fantasy. [i]You don't know this man. He is a god. He is making you feel like this. This is not you.[/i] The voice in her head nearly shouted at her, but is was being drowned out by the sensations. Everywhere. She felt desire everywhere and it was blooming hotter and hotter. [i]STOP.[/i] [i]NO.[/i] She opened her eyes and met his golden amber stare.

He was cocky. He knew what he was doing to her. [i]He was doing this to her.[/i] The thought broke through and she nearly let tears rise to her eyes. Jo shook her head and closed her eyes. The bottom of her shirt started to rip. [i]This is my favorite shirt![/i] When her eyes opened she met his with anger and hurt. "Stop it." She said through gritted teeth. He smirked and the rip continued to travel upward. "I SAID STOP IT!" She shouted. 

SMACK!

Her palm connected with the right side of his cheek and she took another step back, fists balled at her sides. "Do. Not. Ever. Touch. Me. Again." She said slowly, enunciating each word. "I don't care who or what you are. I will not simply bow to you and offer you my body like some ultimate token! You are sick and despicable!" tears rose to her eyes. "DAMMIT!" She turned away. She had always been wired a little funny. She hardly ever cried, unless she was angry. 

This big, beautiful man standing before her didn't want her because of her, he wanted her because she was his ticket UP. The thought made her skin crawl and her blood boil. She turned back to him face slightly flushed. He was holding his cheek, stunned.