As Jolie dressed the next day before heading into the magazine, all she could think about were the drawing and the kisses.  She had so many doubts about Adam -- really doubts about herself, the shameful person she knew she was.  No man as kind and honorable and warm as Adam could want her.  She'd met men since Merrick and always she had disappointed them.  And she hadn't felt a tenth for them what she felt for this one.  She just didn't know if she could take this rejection.<br/><br/>She had an angel face.  They all wanted it, but she wasn't an angel at all.  She was something entirely different on the inside, and she didn't make herself that way.  She wouldn't know how.  She couldn't unmake herself either.  She was stuck with these complexities.<br/><br/>Merrick Gray hadn't even made her this way though she had thought so at the time.  He had just recognized the dark desires inside her and did not believe the lie of her angelic face.  He was the only one who didn't feel betrayed by that lie.  He saw through to her depraved soul.<br/><br/>Adam was no Merrick Gray.  This was something she recognized, too.  He wasn't hard and dismissive, able to turn off emotions.  Adam was full of emotions.  He had access to them and he made her feel things, romantic things and, yes, those whispers of dark desires, too.  His lips as they had touched her were just like him, soft and commanding at the same time.  As she was pulling on a black fitted dress over her long pale body, she pondered those lips.  As she drove to work, she felt the tickle of their promise.  She couldn't even play games now like trying to go to her own desk and pretend to be self-involved and wait for him to find her.  She found herself walking down the hallway straight to the comic room to find him, as if he was already commanding her.