hypnotizing

“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites
you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I needed any of that!”

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She stared at me, and something strange happened. It was like the gold
of her eyes turned up, like her eyes were drugging me, hypnotizing me. It
was devastating in a weird, exciting way. But her expression was anxious. I
thought she was trying to communicate something crucial.

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“Please?” she breathed, leaning toward me. Without permission, my
body leaned closer to her, like she was a magnet and I was a paper clip, till
her face was less than a foot from mine. My mind went totally blank.
I shook my head, trying to clear it, and forced myself to sit back.
“Um… what?”
“One little theory,” she purred. “Please?”
“Well, er, bitten by a radioactive spider?” Was she a hypnotist, too? Or
was I just a hopeless pushover?


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She dropped her fistful of jacket and turned. I followed her willingly.
The smooth roll of her hips was just as hypnotic as her eyes. And there
wasn’t a downside to getting more time with her.


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She smiled. “Will you do something for me this weekend?” She turned
to look me straight in the eyes, her own burning in their hypnotic way.


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And I knew that in that I had my answer. I didn’t know if there ever was
a choice, really. I was already in too deep. Now that I knew—if I knew—
what could I do about it? Because when I thought of her, of her voice, her
hypnotic eyes.

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“What do you mean?” I hoped she didn’t turn on the hypnotist eyes and
make me tell the truth, because what I felt right now was… euphoria.


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“What?” Her silky voice was as hypnotic as her eyes


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She looked up then, her golden eyes scorching from under her lashes,
hypnotic and deadly.