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“It was vague, as they all are, so I didn’t want to worry you for nothing, but I sensed that something major was going to happen to you—not life threatening, but life changing.” Amanda smirked. “Hey, maybe the groundbreaking paper we are working on will get published in Nature? That would be major and life changing.” Syssi shook her head. “The premonition wasn’t bleak, but it wasn’t sunny either. Besides, we are not ready. Even I know we have to do a lot more experiments before we can prove your hypothesis.” Tapping a long-nailed finger on the steering wheel, Amanda frowned. “I know. Tell me something, are you still getting those nightmares? The ones with the wolves?” Syssi blushed. “Yeah, almost every night.” She’d told Amanda about the dreams, but not about the recent changes in their nature. Last Saturday, she’d gotten a little closer to her would-be dream rescuer, and closer yet each night since. His facial features were still obscured by the shadows, but she could tell that he was tall, exceptionally so, and that his body was beautifully built—lean and strong like that of an athlete. Even though it was only a dream, his proximity was doing all kinds of weird things to her, affecting her in a most disturbing way. The man was like the epicenter of a force field, emitting some kind of attractant she was powerless to resist. The way he held himself, his entire body language exuding an aura of power and confidence, was calling to everything female in her. Syssi yearned for her dream guy like she’d never yearned for any real man. To be with him would differ from any sexual experience that she’d ever had or even fantasized about. Before the dreams had taken on this new twist, her fantasies had been quite tame, as well as the men starring in them. Kind of like her ex-boyfriend, or perhaps just a little more exciting. Gregg had been as far removed from intense as it got. Not this guy. He would demand nothing less than her complete and utter submission. The shocking part was that she found herself yearning for his dominance. The concept was so foreign to her that she should’ve found it abhorrent, and certainly not titillating. Still, it was hard to argue with the very physical evidence her dream arousal was leaving behind. Wet panties weren’t a big problem first thing in the morning, but the arousal carried over to her waking hours. Syssi could’ve banished it, forcing it off her mind, but the truth was that she didn’t want to. It made her feel alive. There was something naughty and delicious about her constant state of arousal, her yearning for the forbidden sensation, and she refused to give it up. Not yet, anyway. She would cast these fantasies aside once she started dating again and had a real guy in her life. It didn’t require a degree in psychology to figure out that there was a connection between the dreams and her extended dry spell. Amanda cast her a sidelong glance, no doubt puzzled by Syssi’s blush. “The dreams are affecting you, and this is why you see trouble lurking in every corner. I think you are mixing up real premonitions with a bad mood.” “Not likely. I know the difference. A premonition has a very distinct feel to it.” Syssi sighed. “I’m just tired. All I need is one good night’s sleep to regain my sunny disposition.” One without disturbing dreams about a sexy dark stranger. “What you need is to get laid. One good tumble and the nightmares will go poof. Isn’t a handsome guy part of the dream? You need to catch up to him and turn that nightmare into something naughty instead of scary; something fun like several screaming orgasms.” Amanda squirmed in her chair. “I could use some myself.” She winked at Syssi, the seductive smile on her beautiful face so sinful it had Syssi squirm a little herself. Amanda was such a sexual creature that it was impossible to remain unaffected. Especially given Syssi’s already elevated state of arousal. If it were anyone else other than Amanda, Syssi would’ve been freaked out, thinking she was that transparent and that everyone could figure out what her dreams were about. But the woman had sex on her mind twenty-four seven. She would’ve turned a dream about a trip to the supermarket into something sexy. But even though Amanda was very open about her sexuality, sometimes shockingly so, Syssi didn’t want to share this with her boss. She hid her discomfort with a shrug. “I don’t know if he is handsome or not because I never get close enough to see him. It’s not that kind of a dream.” Liar, liar, panties on fire.
