A man.A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.

Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.

His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.

His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near – and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.

It is your choice,” he said, so close to me that our lips were almost touching. “Either do what I say—or get another job.