The invisible woman I (dripping heat)

2:17 a.m. The polymer is still warm on my skin, cool and slick like liquid glass. I am nothing. No reflection in the marble floor. No heat signature. No heartbeat on any camera. Just desire wearing human shape. I walk naked through the darkened Temple of Dendur exhibit. Moonlight pours through the glass wall, turning the sandstone golden. My bare feet make no sound. He’s doing his rounds: Marcus, late-20s, ex-Marine, built like a statue himself. I’ve watched him on the monitors for weeks. Tonight he’s mine and he’ll never know. He stops in front of the shallow reflecting pool, checks his flashlight, yawns. I step behind him until my n*****s brush the back of his uniform shirt. He freezes, feels something, but sees nothing. I press closer. My invisible hands slide around his wais