She'd seen the man who owned the house, Rikardi Lyyons, and had confirmed he was indeed the owner with the movers. He terrified her. OK, so terrified was a harsh word, but any man who rode a big black hog in a leather suit, black helmet, and looked good doing it was not a man she wanted to get anywhere near. Add to that he was the new ambassador to Earth from Daysom in the Gothe'mar Empire, and he spelled trouble. She was a good girl. Good girls didn't associate with men like that.

Except that she'd become obsessed with him. She watched for him to come home. She couldn't get any work done for it. When he got home, she made every excuse she could to go to her mailbox, or check her rose bushes, or pick up doggie dung from the front of her yard. Anything to get close enough to his house to see him. See what he was doing. It was freaking creepy! And she had never been so compelled to do anything in her entire life.

He'd also become the star of every erotic fantasy she had. When she pleasured herself, it was Rikardi's face she saw when she closed her eyes, his hands on her body as she stimulated herself, getting ready for sex. Instead of one of the many dildos in her collection, it was always Rikardi's cock she imagined inside her, bringing her to orgasm.

She shivered and shook herself.

Ding dong, ding dong. When no one answered her knock, she rang the bell, stubbornly refusing to leave until he answered and took her cake. She'd meticulously cut it into perfectly symmetrical squares and placed it carefully on a serving platter and she'd be damned if she'd let all this hard work go to waste. Besides, maybe if she had one close encounter she'd see he wasn't really "all that" and get back to her life.

She knew he was there. She'd watched him pull in the drive on that sexy as sin motorcycle, his sexy as sin ass clad in all that leather. So where the hell was he?

Tianna blinked. She couldn't believe she'd just mentioned his ass, even to herself. She'd just decided maybe this wasn't such a good idea when the door was flung open. The man who stood in front of her wasn't a man she'd ever seen before, but he had the same hugely muscled build as Rikardi.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem. She'd seen lots of men without their shirts before. But she was so sexually energized this was just one more thing to cloud her judgment. He had the best-looking chest and abdomen she'd ever seen, even in magazines and movies. Lightly hair dusted, muscled, tanned ... what's not to like? Powerful shoulders and arms completed the look, and Tianna had to grip her plate of chocolate cake to keep from dropping it.

Wait a second. Had she thought his arms completed him? Those sinful leather pants were just as good. They clung to his ass and...

Tianna swallowed. How was it possible for two men in the same house to be this good looking?

The man looked her up and down then asked, "How much do you weigh?"

Tianna blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"How much do you weigh?" He repeated his question, but with a touch of annoyance. Like a man who was used to having his orders obeyed without the slightest bit of hesitation.

She felt compelled to tell him. She couldn't have stopped herself from telling him what he wanted to know if her life had depended on it.

"A-about a hundred and ninety-seven pounds." She felt her face heat. Why she hadn't simply refused to tell him was beyond her, and saying she was so close to two hundred pounds mortified her. It was one thing for one of the sexiest men in the world to see she was a large woman, quite another for her to place a number on her weight.

"Good." He looked supremely satisfied. Tianna was certain she looked as confused as she felt.

He grabbed her free hand and practically dragged her inside. Tianna almost dropped the plate as he led her through his house to a huge sunroom on the west side. She could see her own house from there, particularly her bedroom.

"I came to welcome Mr. Lyyons to the neighborhood--" Her well-rehearsed speech started in a squeak that she couldn't correct. He didn't look like he was paying much attention to her, anyway. When she finally noticed what he was preoccupied with, she dropped the plate with a little squeal.

"Miss Darnell. Tianna." Rikardi sat on a plush, very large couch. What startled her enough to drop her plate of prized Brownie Sheet Cake was the fact that he sat there totally naked. When Tianna didn't answer him, he simply smiled and continued speaking. "I wondered when you'd finally come to me, though I didn't expect Damion to be the one to bring you."