Segment Six: Reunion of Yin and Yang
He drew his hand back from the contract. After rummaging through her purse, she retrieved a pen and added her signature, slowly crafting each letter. From her concentration, he could bet she wasn’t accustomed to writing her new name. Well that would change after the connection.
Upon completion, she flattened her palm on the page and leaned forward to scrutinize the document. “What language is this?”
“I believe it’s a derivation of ancient Greek.”
“How do I know what I just agreed to?”
“What happened to the complete confidence?”
He tugged the paper from under her hand, folded the document into an envelope, and placed it in the briefcase. She finished her tea and popped the last strawberry into her mouth. He flipped the center clasp of the case, the subtle snick indicating closure. Onward. He scooted his chair back. “Are you ready to begin?”
He detected uncertainty in her voice. Heaven help him. Did humans really move so slowly? He kept silent and studied her facial features.
She cleared her throat. “Sure. I guess now is as good a time as any.”
“Good.” Preparing to stand, he smacked the table top. She startled at the gesture. “First, I need to connect with you.”
She furrowed her brows and gave a slight tilt to her chin. “You lost me.”
His energy worked the periphery of her human mind. He snapped his fingers. “I believe you’d say get to know each other more intimately.”
She jumped to her feet, her chair crashing backward. “If you’re wanting what I think you’re wanting, you’re utterly despicable!”
She was halfway across the room before his befuddled brain wrapped around her intent.
“Wait. It seems we’ve got a misunderstanding.”
“Darn right! Divulge information my foot.” She took two more steps, her boots squeaking against the polished wood floor. “I didn’t agree to become bosom buddies or offer any special favors in thanks for the job.”
“Whatever.” She snatched her raincoat from the coat rack.
With a wave of his hand, he closed the distance between them. She gaped, then snapped her lips together. The coat remained suspended from her stiff fingers. Her skin tone paled. If he didn’t do something quickly, he’d lose her.
“Please, forgive me.” He held her captive with his gaze. If she didn’t feel his contrition, he’d be obliged to revise his well-laid plans. She must touch him first, without coercion on his part.
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