Creek shook her head. “I just share sex with different males. I don’t plan on mating with one. Our females are unable to conceive children so there is no reason to settle down with just one male. They are a bit controlling. We dealt with that all of our lives and don’t wish to be told what to do.”

A smile curved Zandy’s lips and she liked the woman a lot. “That sounds wise. You don’t need a man to complete your life. At least that’s what I tell myself every time some cute guy hits on me. No way, no how. I’m better off remaining single.”

The office door opened and a tall man dressed in black walked in. Zandy felt the color leave her face as she stared at his features. She’d met him before. She couldn’t remember his name but she remembered him all the same. It had been a few weeks ago but she’d never forget his face.

Creek smiled. “This is Slash. Slash, this is Zandy Gordon. She is going to be working in building C. You are her escort for today.”

Shit, Zandy’s mind screamed. Maybe he won’t remember me. She stood as the man’s gaze landed on her. His blue eyes narrowed and he cocked his head while he studied her intently. A smile suddenly curved his mouth and she almost flinched, knowing he recognized her for sure. She could see amusement in his gaze.

“You’re the small female from the bar who was smashed by the drunken males,” he confirmed. “How are you, small female?”

“Zandy Gordon,” Creek corrected. “You’ve met her before?”

Slash flat-out grinned. “Briefly. It is nice to see you have fully recovered.” He held out his hand.

She had no choice but to shake the man’s large hand. His skin was hot as he gripped her hand firmly and gave it a squeeze. He released her but stayed close. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him.

“Call me Zandy. You are very tall.”

Creek laughed. “Yes. Our males are all tall but so are most of our females. I am six-foot-one. What are you, Slash? Six-foot-three?”

He nodded, still smiling at Zandy. “Come with me. I will escort you to work.”

The urge to quit her new job and flee gripped her. At least he wasn’t the one she’d molested. It could be worse. That thought barely comforted her. She turned to Creek.

“Thank you. It was nice meeting and talking to you.”

Creek grinned. “I would like it if we could become friends. We could eat lunch together. I could easily find you in the cafeteria. Would you like that?”

Zandy smiled. “I’d love that. I’ll see you at lunch.”

She followed Slash out of the building. He didn’t turn around once to make sure she followed him until they were outside and he paused by a black Jeep. He sat in the driver’s seat and she climbed into the passenger side, glancing at him warily as he met her gaze.

“You are working here now.”

“Yes.”

He chuckled and started the Jeep. “You made quite an impression on Tiger.”

“Who?” She knew though. Now she had a name for the mystery man she’d molested. She’d never forget those stunning blue-and-gold cat eyes.

“Tiger is the male who breathed life into you.”

Her heart nearly stopped. “Breathed life into me?” It was a hell of a great kiss but that is overstating it a bit.

“You were not breathing when he threw drunks off your body, which was crushed against the floor. He had to put his mouth over yours and force air back into your lungs to get you to breathe again.”

Shock tore through her. “I wasn’t breathing?”

“No. Tiger helped your heart pump and he forced air into your lungs. He carried you outside to wait for the ambulance once he breathed life back into you.” He chuckled. “I assume he believed you needed more assistance, considering he put his mouth on you again.”

Her cheeks flamed. “Could we drop this subject? Please? That wasn’t my best night and I keep trying to forget all the details.”

“We can drop it. Don’t worry. Tiger told me to never mention what happened between the two of you to anyone. I kept my word. We didn’t write what happened outside in our report to the sheriff or to the NSO.”

A report? Oh hell! Just the thought made her feel even more embarrassed. Slash had just said they hadn’t written what she’d done, which meant no one knew she’d molested…Tiger. Yeah, that name fits. She pushed that line of thought back. She’d referred to him as her fallen angel and she hated how many nights the memories of what they’d done together had kept her awake.

Slash had said she’d left an impression on Tiger but he’d left a huge one on her too. She mentally kicked herself. Every time she thought that word she remembered her hand digging into the man’s pants and gripping his cock. It had to be the alcohol. It just had to be. He really couldn’t have been that good-looking and built.

She smiled as a joke filtered through her thoughts. How do you turn a man into a perfect ten? Drink a six-pack of beer. She’d been having mixed drinks, which were stronger. Tiger couldn’t really have looked as good as she remembered. He probably wasn’t even that great of a kisser. It had to have been the booze.

Slash parked in front of a building with a big C on the front of it above the doors. She glanced at other buildings, saw more letters, and mused aloud, “How come the buildings aren’t numbered?”

He held her gaze, looking grim. “We were once known by numbers instead of names inside the testing facilities and seeing them reminds us of bad times. We chose to use letters instead.”