Sabrina

Anita Baker’s silky voice could barely be heard in the room.  The music teased Sabrina’s ears like an ephemeral thing, dancing just in and out of range.

That song always made her feel.  Sultry, sexy, and yes, horny.  Sabrina smiled wryly.  The last thing she needed was to be ‘in the mood’ with no visible relief in sight.  She shrugged, wrapped her arms about her body and began to sway in time to the music.

“Scusi.”  A slightly amused masculine voice jolted her from her dance.  Sabrina whirled around guiltily.  She had thought herself to be alone.  The offices in this building had closed long ago, and everyone gone home.  Or so she thought.

Sabrina stared at the man standing in the doorway.  Dark, Italian, and magnetic, he seemed to radiate power.  His obsidian eyes were locked upon her in a gaze that Sabrina swore reached to her very soul.  “May I help you?” she asked faintly, as she tried to regain her composure.

“I am sorry if I startled you,” the man said, moving closer into the room.  “But it is late, and this building closed.  A beautiful woman such as you should not find herself in such a situation unguarded.”

Sabrina shrugged lightly.  “I am not unguarded,” she smiled.  “It would seem that I have you to protect me, Mr.-”

“Michael Corleone.”  He stepped forward and took her hand.  His eyes never left Sabrina’s as he lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips gently across them.  “This much is true,” he conceded.  “But who,” he asked, “will protect you from me?”