Being followed by a man should be creepy, but when he's sexy as sin, it's time to find out what he wants.

For a couple of weeks a man's been following me. I'm sure it isn't because I'm interesting—I lead a boring life. So when I finally find the courage to ask him what he wants, his response isn't what I expect.

He thinks I'm someone else and that I need rescuing and protecting. The fact that I'm not who he thinks I am makes no difference—another man also thinks I'm this mysterious woman and is out to do me harm.

I have a choice. I can go with the first man and trust that he'll keep me safe, or I can return home and let the second man kill me. It's a no brainer, right? Now, all I need to do is get through the next few days without ripping the sexy man's clothes off, because, oh my God, do they ever need ripping off...