...Not bothering to grab her robe, Breanna padded across the bare floor to the small bathroom. It was barely big enough to turn around in, but first year teachers with student loans to pay off couldn’t be choosers.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the vanity’s mirror, she blushed, a dull red color suffusing her body. She looked like a woman who’d just been thoroughly loved. Her short hair, which was neither blonde nor brown but some intermediate shade in-between, was tousled about her full face. Her brown eyes were slumberous and heavy-lidded, her lips, swollen.

She reached up to touch the small bite mark on her neck. At first she’d thought she was just having incredibly erotic dreams, but the love bites and slight bruises on her breasts and thighs proved it wasn’t her imagination.

She had to do something about this. The question was what?

She turned on the shower, waiting for the inevitable burp of water pressure to erupt before stepping in.

Go to the police and say, “An invisible man is sneaking into my apartment at night and driving me crazy by making mad, passionate love to me.”?

They’d say she was crazy all right.

She pushed back her hair and lifted her face to the shower spray.

Skip the middleman and go straight to the psychiatrist? This was a small town. Someone was bound to find out and pass the news around that the new teacher was nuts. That wouldn’t exactly help her career.

She gasped as hands closed over her breasts.

Shaking water from her face, she looked down. Her breasts were lifted as though hands cupped them, but there were no hands there.

She took a step back and collided with a hard chest, tight nipples brushing against her shoulder blades. Breath hissed past her teeth as she felt a firmly aroused male rub against her backside.

Her nipples darkened, swelled, and hardened under her unseen companion’s caress.

Hesitantly she placed her hands on the invisible ones. She could feel their heat and strength. The hair on the back of them tickled her palms, though she couldn’t see a thing.