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push him away again and again. He was angered even more and bit into the upper softness of her breast and her screams became cries . Was that her voice? Why did it sound so far away? All she knew was pain, a terrible agonizing pain that spread through her entire body.
    “Shut up!” he muttered slapping her hard as he tried to control her swinging arms. Grabbing her shoulders, he banged her against the door again. Then again. Darkness surrounded her and she wondered if she was blind. Her eyes were open, weren’t they?
    His fingers ruthlessly pushed between her thighs and once again a moan turned into a cry. One hand slapped her face, knocking her head sideways and hurting her cut cheek again. Salty tears streamed down her face to mingle with the blood and cause a new burning sting, but she hardly felt it His hands were all over her, kneading, pushing, and tearing . She was lying on the seat now, no longer fighting, her mind closed to the actions in side the car except to hear his cursing and the rasp of his short heavy breathing , smelling of sour liquor . Suddenly her limp hand came into contact with some-thing on the floor of the car . Her shoe? Jumbled thoughts tossed, one over another. She fumbled, grasping it by the sole, the heel free . W ith her final last bit of strength, she swung it as hard as she could, aiming for his head. Her hand continued its arc even as he punched h er in the gut and a piercing pain lit a searing hot fire inside her . . .
    “My God!” Then nothing.
    “Mrs. Hammond!” Jason exclaimed, now worried
    Dianna’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as the elevator door opened and a tall imposing figure stepped off to block her flight . She was stilled by the piercing gray-black eyes that held her, calmed her. Knew her. Calmed her. He gave Jason a quick glance and motioned him into the elevator as h e r eached for Dianna hand . She held it tightly, her knuckles white with strain as he placed her hand on his arm and turned slowly back to the opened door. She moved like an automaton as they entered the elevator and the door quietly closed.
    His voice was low and melodic; soothing her raw emotions. “It’s nice to see you again, Dianna. I was just coming down to greet you, remembering that you were never fond of closed-in places.” His voice was low and slow , as if he were talking to a child.
    Dianna kept her eyes fixed on the floor as relived terror slowly subsided and she realized the complete fool she ' d made of herself. But even as the fear receded she could n't deny the relief that flooded through her at his mere presence. He had known what to do then, just as he knew what to do now. What would she have done if he had not been there?
    The words of gratitude slipped out with quiet sincerity. "Thank you, Noah.”
    " So t hat was it!” A relieved smile broke across Jason’s face. “ Ma'am, y ou gave me quite a fright . I didn't know what I'd done wrong. But I understand—I’m that way about a few things myself.” His reply was tinged with humor and sympathy. “I’ll bet just hearing the sound of those rusty cables echoing in the concrete basement touched it off. They really do make an eerie noise at night”
    “Then we’ll have to do something about that won’t we?” Noah Weston stated calmly, his dark gray hawk - like eyes never leaving Dianna’s face. “We can’t have the new head of Programming afraid every time she ... steps into an elevator.” His voice was cool, slow, but there was another message beneath his words.
    Dianna understood . S he couldn’t relive that one night for the rest of her life. But she also knew that the terror those memories held for her could never be erased. She stared up at him with a look that told him so. His smile was tinged with sardonic amusement and for a split second Dianna knew what pure and raging hatred was. She tried to wrench her hand away, but he tightened his and held her more securely. She couldn’t free herself unless she wanted