He sucked on the pad and purred, "Chocolate and you. Delicious." A shiver moved through me, followed by a heated ache between my legs as I imagined licking chocolate off his lethally sexy body. His gaze darkened and his voice lowered intimately. "Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you." The car slowed to a halt. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened. I backed into the corner and shooed him out with a flick of my wrist. "I'm really not interested." "We'll discuss." Cross caught me by the elbow and gently, but insistently, urged me out. I went along because I liked the charge I got from being around him and because I was curious to see what he had to say when afforded more than five minutes of my time. He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride.
Rafiki, the crazy baboon witch doctor, was one of the most interesting char acters in the script, combining elements of a M E N T O R and a T R I C K S T E R . In early versions, I felt his function was not clear. H e was played for comedy, as a loony fellow who came around to make magical noises but who c o m m a n d e d no respect. T h e king regarded him as a nuisance and Zazu, the king's bird advisor, shooed him away when he approached the baby Simba. H e had little to do in the script after the first scene, and appeared mostly for comic relief, more T R I C K S T E R than M E N T O R . In the meeting that followed the storyboard presentation, I suggested taking him a little more seriously as a M E N T O R . Perhaps Zazu was still suspicious and 261 T H E W R I T E R ' S JOURNEY ~ T H I R D EDITION
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