She panicked, but found she couldn’t move. Oh, man, he was colossal. If her apartment was small to begin with, he turned it into a shoe box. And all that black leather just seemed to make him bigger. He had to be six-feet-six, two seventy-five at least. Wait a minute. What was she doing, measuring him for a suit? Running, she should be running. She should be making a break for the other door, running like hell.
