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Calculated Risks

The one other occupant of the car, a woman, got up and moved back to the next car, briefly leaving Sonya with a private train car, till a man about her age walked in. He stood at the far end and surveyed the car, rather as if he were taking stock, before walking slowly yet purposefully to the front, where Sonya sat. Then, despite the fact that he had the entire stretch of car to choose from, he sat in the seat immediately facing Sonya. Sonya felt her space had been violated. She was angry, yet she hesitated in her reaction. Her first instinct was to get up and move, yet she had been here first — should she cede her place to this newcomer? Was he playing a game? Did he want to see if he could make her move? Should she give him that satisfaction? Before she could make up her mind, she took her first good look at him and was immediately struck by his feline sensuality. Just which jungle cat was it that he reminded her of?

She took stock of the evident: his sinewy muscles, tensed below his rolled-up blue chambray shirt sleeves; his charcoal-grey sports jacket, lying on the seat next to his; his legs, apparently lean and muscular under his tight pants; his face, angular yet attractive, and dominated by intent, golden-brown eyes. At one point, his glance caught hers; her eyes felt stabbed.

She quickly averted her gaze.

Less evident were his intentions in sitting there. Was this a power trip to see if he could get her to change seats? Or did he have some peculiar affinity for this seat. . .did he always sit in the front seat on the left, regardless of who else was sitting where? Her attention was drawn to his abdomen, and she realized her eyes had been caught by a motion, and that motion was the rippling of his muscles. She realized in an instant that she was witnessing one step in his mating dance. Then she heard the train doors close, and with a jerky forward motion, the train began its progress out toward the suburbs.