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won't touch me." He moved toward her, and she flinched.

The smile disappeared, his eyes narrowed. "All right, damn
you, you're like everyone else."
She had pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around
herself. He seemed to be frozen in place, his powerful chest
rising and falling. As she tried to step around him, he quickly
reached out and grabbed her arm.
"Kenneth-"
DAY OF THE CHEETAH is
"No, I'm not leaving and neither are you. Not yet." He
grasped her forearms with two powerful hands. The sheet fell
away from her breasts. He pulled her forearms up and toward
him, drawing her toward him so that she was barely touching
the floor. "I'm going to show you what I did to that bitch Cathy
Sawyer the night before I left. She never showed up for grad-
uation, did I tell you that? They thought we ran off together,
but we didn't. Poor Cathy ... I wonder what happened to
her .
He is going to kill me, Janet thought. He's crazy, he's going
to ...
Abruptly the terrifying grin was replaced by a broad, pleas-
ant smile. His body relaxed and he let her drop back onto tier
feet, then planted a playful kiss on her nose.
"Gotcha."
"What?" Her voice high, edged with fear. "What do you
think you are doing?" She said it in Russian.
"Uh oh, remember, lover, English only is spoken at this
academy .
III thought . . . I thought you .
were crazy," he said. His smile was making her even
angrier. "I know what you're thinking. Every time we're to-
gether you want to hear my little stories about the American.
So I tell you what I think he's like, what he's going through,
what kind of life he lives."
"You scared me to death. Why?"
"Because you wanted it. I was only doing what you-"

"You are crazy," she said, grabbed up her clothes and put
on her blouse and pants. "Get out of here."
"Janet, wait . . . "
"I don't want to see you again." She yanked open the front
door to her bedroom. "Now get dressed and get out."
The smile stayed, but he obediently put on his jeans and
sweatshirt, gathering his underwear and shoes in his'arms. But
just before he left her apartment he turned to her.
"You'll miss me," he said. "The sex you can get from any
of the others. But you need the excitement of living with a real
American. It's your high. It's the worst transgression for a fe-
male KGB operative. You love it."