You manage a weak rejection.

Your body is definitely reacting to this man's sheer masculine presence. Despite yourself, despite a lifetime of being a very heterosexual man, you find yourself turning to putty for this guy. You can feel yourself growing wetter by the moment, and part of you wants to just let him have you. However he wants. To just say yes.

But no. You're still you enough to remember being considerably older than this guy, and you know exactly how he sees you. Small, timid, inexperienced. An easy target. If you want him to leave you alone, you have to show him some backbone and not let him take an inch.

Shrugging his hand off of your neck, you shove at him. "No, get away from me. I just want the food."

But he doesn't move, and your voice comes out softer then you'd have hoped. This body is probably still weak from having been in a coma. That's got to be it. Right? Or are you just that weak? A weak, defenseless girl. Now you feel very small next to Mike, who just laughs softly at your efforts.

He puts his hand on you again, this time directly on the back of your neck, and grips you firmly. The dominant move sends a little jolt of exhilaration through your loins. You're pretty sure you would be unable to free yourself by **** no matter how hard you tried. You feel like prey caught in the clutches of a predator. But why are you so turned on? You bite your lower lip nervously.

Mike grins. "Well, well. Aren't you a feisty one? I bet you like it rough. Yeah. Like to struggle a bit. I'm into it. Tell you what: If you apologize real nice and show me proper respect, I might forgive you. Go on."

This is not going well at all. You're slipping into fight or flight mode, which means that your rational mind gives way to your lower processes, which are now entirely female. You can't flee, you can't fight. What can you do?

Call for help? Amy is not far. Just submit and hope for the best? What can he really do to you in a restaurant, even an empty one?