"You might be interested in medieval romances," I offered, struggling to keep my mind on what I was saying. "You could do something on the tradition of courtly love."
She smiled suddenly. "I think I'd like that. Maybe you should tell me about it, Professor."
"No. That'll be your project for research."
"I have a better idea," she said softly. "I bet you know a lot about it. You could just show me."
I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. The floor of the trailer creaked audibly. Betraying me, I thought. The clumsy male shuffling his feet in embarrassment. "Laurie, I—"
"Professor, you didn't really want me to come up here to talk about a term paper, did you?"
I started at her in confusion, thrown off balance by her directness. Slowly everything came into focus. This was a strange creature, all right. But nothing other-worldly. She might be dangerous but not in the way I had feared. She was simply a sensuous, desirable woman. The feelings she inspired could hardly have been more human.
"Well, if you won't come to me," she said, "I guess I'll have to come to you."
She uncurled deliberately from the couch and swayed toward me, her body as sleek and graceful as a cat's. Even the rippling movement of flesh and muscle under the tight coverall reminded me of a cat's powerful rhythm of motion. She stopped very close to me. There was laughter in the green eyes, but as I stared into them, their shading changed, deepened. Her fingers ran up my chest to my shoulders and paused there.
"How many times do I have to ask you?" she breathed.