

### Celebrity Love

### A Collection of Short Stories

By Amber Dawn

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Camp Oakwood

Day 1

Madison Parker along with her thirteen-year-old daughter Megan turned off the main road and headed up the dusty driveway. A mile up they passed under an arched sign that read 'Camp Oakwood'. Madison's ford explorer rocked back and forth as it hit numerous bumps and potholes. Dirt was thrown up blocking her view out the rear mirror.

"Mom?" Megan began. "You think I'll get to be in your cabin this year?"

"Don't know sweetheart," Madison replied as she pulled up to the main office cabin.

Stepping out into the summer heat a gentle breeze flipped Madison's brown ponytail into her face. Quickly she brushed the strands out of her eyes. She and Megan then made their way inside.

"Ms. Parker nice to have you back this year." An older man gave her a hug.

"Mr. Smith it's great to see you too." Mr. Smith the camp director and owner handed her a clipboard with papers on it.

"You have the same cabin." He then turned to Megan. "You, young lady are going to be

a wolf as well."

"Yes!" The younger version of her mother cheered.

After signing both of them in, Madison began scanning the roster. "Well, Meg lets get the stuff unloaded before the kids start arriving."

Still reading the names of the girls to be in her charge Madison pushed open the screen door almost hitting the man trying to walk in.

"Whoa!"

Madison looked up over the top of her sunglasses to see a tall lean, well-tanned gentleman with dirty blond hair and the most piercing blue eyes she'd ever seen. "I'm sorry." She was staring right into the blue pools.

"Excuse me." He said with a smile and then stepped aside so Madison could go out.

When Megan stepped out into the sunlight and saw a friend from last summer she squealed. "Henry!" Then ran to the young man leaning against a black Mercedes. "I'm a wolf so's my mom."

"Ms. Parker, I told you I'd be back this summer." Henry addressed Madison.

"You ready for my challenges?"

"You bet. Can't wait."

Just then the blue-eyed man Madison almost hit with the door approached. "So where are we at dad?" Henry asked"

"Both of us are wolves." The man's tone was somewhat questioning. "Now I gotta find our cabin."

Both kids were jumping up and down happy they were going to be together for the next two months.

"Well, makes us neighbors. Madison Parker, camp counselor for the female wolves." She offered her hand.

"Rafe Masters." They shook hands.

"You can follow me to the cabins. I just have to stop at the archery shack and drop some stuff off.

Out passed the stables, Rafe and Henry helped unload the archery equipment. Then they headed out to the cabins that bordered the woods. "We like to keep things fair, so we have a cabin of boys and a cabin of girls on one team..."

"Yup every year since mom's worked her team has won." Madison almost blushed at her daughter's praise.

"Well, it's a good thing we're on the same team. I'd hate to break your winning streak." Rafe chuckled.

"You need anything just let me know." Madison grabbed two big duffle bags and went inside her personal entrance to the cabin.

Rafe watched her go. Madison was slightly above average height thick brown hair and gorgeous lean legs.

Madison and Megan unpacked what they could before having to report to the camp square where everyone would meet and get their cabin assignments. She pulled off her t-shirt to replace it with a counselor one, white with a big black wolf on the front and her name on the back.

Rafe glanced out his window just as Madison's t-shirt left her head. The two cabins were not but fifty feet apart and so he couldn't help but notice the swell of her bosom held by a thin lace bra. He swallowed hard and stifled a groan, as his shorts suddenly felt tighter.

Changing into his matching camp shirt Rafe then grabbed his clipboard and went outside. Megan and Henry were waiting. Madison soon appeared. "Follow me and I'll show you where to park. It's a bit of a walk but not like you'll be using the car for a while." She smiled sweetly.

*

The two counselors sat on a picnic table as cars started appearing down the dirt road. Rafe leaned over close to Madison. "You might want to be careful with the windows when you're changing."

Madison instantly felt the heat in her cheeks as she began to blush. "So, as you can guess I'm instructing Archery. What are you doing?" She quickly changed the conversation.

"Riding lessons." He replied watching the crowd of kids getting out of various vehicles.

"Ah, Horses my second love." Rafe let the discussion drop as the director clicked the loudspeaker.

"Welcome campers and counselors. I'm Director Smith. I hope you have a fun and exciting time this year. The last week of camp we will hold our team tournaments. The team with the most points wins the trophy. The last three years running Counselor Madison Parker's team have won. Now can she do it again for a fourth?" He paused as a cheer of former Parker campers cheered. "We also have our counselor's competition day. So, don't forget teamwork and have fun. Ms. Parker will you start off with your cabin list."

Madison stood and called out the names as the kids gathered around. Rafe was next. After he was finished a few moans and groans went out because hopes of being a Parker wolf were crushed.

Together the two groups trekked to the cabin dragging suitcases and bags containing two months' worth of stuff.

"So, what happens now?" Rafe inquired.

"Tonight is basically just for everyone to get to know each other. I like to give the girls time to settle in then give them a tour before dinner. After that just whatever happens."

"Mind if we tag along on the tour?" He asked.

"Not at all. We'll meet you out here in an hour." Madison left him standing there in the grass.

Megan walked up to her mother and bumped her shoulder. "He's cute!'

"You like Henry?"

"No, I was talking about his dad." Megan made a slight snorting sound.

Madison glanced back at Rafe, noticing the shape of his bare legs. "Yes, he is."

"Did you know he is an actor?" Megan added.

"Oh, he is, is he?" Madison smiled at her daughter.

Madison went into the open bay of her cabin." Alright, girls, we have an hour before we start our camp tour with the boys." She introduced herself then allowed the girls to say something about themselves.

Back in her private section of the cabin, Madison began arranging her things. Starting with her compound bow and classic re-curve, those sight on the wall. A few books were put on the windowsill. Madison looked over to find Rafe setting several books out, the entire windowsill was full. "You think you'll have time to read all those?" She hollered at him.

"They're just in case." He yelled back.

She watched him a few moments. He had a strong chiseled jawline and the cutest dimple on his chin. A lean body that showed he kept in shape. Her mind began to wander, and her thoughts explored the idea of how his muscles would feel under her touch. Then it hit her. Megan was right he was an actor. Although he didn't have the long dark hair and the face was now clean-shaven, but she recognized him from one of his movies.

"Stop it...you have ten young girls here...are you insane?" Madison chastised herself aloud.

*

Twenty teenagers and two adults gathered at the campfire pit. Some of the kids that knew each other from the previous year greeted each other and introduced themselves to the new ones. Madison checked her watch. "Alright, guys and gals we have three hours until dinner. That gives us plenty of time to take a tour of our wonderful camp here." She raised her hands and motioned forward. "Follow me."

They all walked back to the main camp area, where she pointed out the office and directors' sleeping accommodations. Next to it was the hall /gym. She explained in there they held movies and if it rained indoor activities. She also told them about the dance they had midway through camp. The infirmary was walked by and Madison informed everyone that if they had medications it was to be turned in there.

Finally, the mess hall. "Each week a team gets duties. Lucky, we don't have kitchen duty until next week. However, we have the wonderful bathrooms." Several eew's and gross' were heard.

Between the infirmary and the mess hall the bathrooms, a basketball court and volleyball pit could be seen. Beyond them were more cabins, then a small field. They all made their way over to the stables. Madison hopped up on the corral fence. "This is Mr. Masters thing, so I'll let him explain."

Rafe went over some of the basic things he would be teaching them. The whole time Madison listened to the soft-spoken tone of his voice. It sent chills up her spine. Rafe had great eye contact with the kids. Each time he caught her look he would flash his dazzling smile at Madison.

At the Archery range, Madison showed off her bow skills in a demonstration of what they would learn. "My dad can shoot." Henry blurted out.

"Really? Maybe he'd like to take a shot then." Madison handed Rafe her bow.

He tried to decline, but Madison gave him a challenging look. Daring him. To be honest she was curious to see what he could do. Rafe took his stance and aimed. Several slow breaths then he released on the exhale. Bull's-eye! Right on the mark.

Madison clapped. "Nice, very impressive." Rafe handed the bow back then took a bow. "Ok, who's hungry?" Twenty kids screamed.

"The last one to the mess hall gets to mop the floor of my cabin." She started running towards the camp square, a pack of hungry wolves on her tail. Rafe bringing up the rear.

All through dinner Madison never once said anything that he was the one that would be mopping the floors of her cabin. She observed Rafe from her end of the long table. Brief eye contact was shared but each time she was the one to turn away. There was something about him that made her uncomfortable, what though she couldn't put her finger on.

When they were in front of the fire pit, Madison spun around on her heels. Rafe almost walked into her. "Whoa."

"Ahh...Mr. Masters. So, you ready to mop?" She wore a wicked grin

"What?" He was confused.

"You were the last wolf to the mess hall, so you get to mop." All the kids laughed.

"I...umm...fine, but just remember I'll get you back."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Megan jumped in.

"Do what?" Rafe put his hands on his hips.

"Challenge mom, you'll lose I promise." She smiled "You see every year at least one counselor gets practical jokes done on them and no one has been able to get her."

"Is that so?" Slowly a wicked expression formed on Rafe's face...

He walked up to Madison and whispered in her ear. "Paybacks a bitch, hon." Then went into his cabin.

"And I'm the Queen Bee!" Madison shot back.

Everyone went inside. Madison gave a rundown of all the next days' events after Rafe mopped the cabin. They would be getting their first lessons. In the middle of her discussion, Madison was distracted by noises outside the window. Peeking outside she saw Rafe and the boys around a roaring fire. It seemed Rafe was telling stories about one of his films and swinging a stick like a sword.

The girls went to the window on the south side and peered out. "My costar and I were right in the middle of them, fighting for our lives..."

Madison turned to the girls with a finger to her lips. "SSSSh." Quietly she pulled her re-curve bow off the wall and crept out behind Rafe. He was so into his story that he didn't hear her pull back the eighty-five-pound drawstring. Putting the arrow tip to the side of his neck, she said: "Awww the big hunter caught in a trap?."

Rafe froze for a second then turned his head to see the tip of a double-bladed arrow pointed at him. The girls all snickered from the windows then ran out.

"That's two I owe you." He held up two fingers.

"HA!" Madison threw her head back as she lowered the bow. It had started a battle of wits. Rafe would be relentless at his revenge on this woman.

After the kids had gone to bed Madison went out and sat by the fire that was down to glowing embers. She was on the grass leaning back on her elbows gazing up at the canopy of stars. A soft rustle came from behind prompting her to look. Rafe approached then sat down.

"Beautiful night." He mentioned trying to open a conversation.

"Yeah, this is usually the only time I can enjoy things like this." She paused and looked over at him. "I'm sure your career keeps you from the simple things as well."

"Yes, including my son. What do you do?"

"Book editor, gives me some flexibility but keeps me busy."

Just then a breeze picked up Madison's hair blowing it across her eyes. Instantly Rafe reached out and gently wiped the strands that caught on her lashes, and then brushed the back of his hand down her soft cheek. Their eyes were drawn to each other's mouths. Carefully Rafe leaned in as he tilted her head upwards with a finger under her chin.

He captured her lips, tasting their sweetness. Tenderly he deepened his kiss and requested more access. Madison opened, allowing him the entrance. As their tongues danced it caused Madison's mind to swim with emotions long forgotten. He was gentle and slow. A passion flowed from him to her that she'd never known a man capable of. She then felt light-headed.

The two then pulled away when they heard muffled giggles from the cabins. "Busted." Rafe touched his forehead to hers and gave a frustrated sigh.

Day 2

Five o'clock the next morning Rafe found Madison sitting on the steps of the cabin sipping on coffee. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was dressed in khaki shorts and a black t-shirt with the team emblem on it.

"Morning." He said.

Madison looked over the rim of her mug. Suddenly the images of the dreams that plagued her sleep resurfaced. Nervously Rafe combed his fingers through his hair. He appeared to have a melancholy aura about him.

"Coffee?" Madison asked.

"Where'd you get coffee this early?"

She went inside and quickly returned with a second cup. Handing it to him she answered his question. "I supply my own."

Together they sat on the stoop surrounded by the dew-dampened ground watching the sunrise. Madison didn't know what to say, nor did Rafe. They knew that something should be said about their kiss, but words were lost, so they listened to the last of the crickets' fade and the morning calls of birds begin.

Directly after breakfast, the team carried out their chore of cleaning the showers then tidied their cabins before heading out to activities. Madison worked with the boys first while Rafe had the girls with the horses. It was lunchtime before Madison saw Rafe again. The tension between the two was stronger. They avoided any eye contact whatsoever. From four to six Madison had some free time so she went off to see 'Starlight'.

Starlight was a beautiful cream-colored mare with a snow-white mane and tail. Slowly Madison caressed the horse renewing her friendship with the animal. Riding bareback Madison danced with the gracefulness of Starlight around the corral. Unknown to her, Rafe watched the elegance of beast and woman. The fluid motions were like a ballet. Neither one faltering in step. Madison's hair flowed freely behind her, unbound. He now knew it hung just past her waist. Hints of red and blond reflected in the late afternoon sun. Never had he seen a vision that so inspired him to bring to the canvas.

Remembering that his camera hung about his neck, Rafe discreetly snapped shot after shot. Capturing a natural beauty. He couldn't wait to develop the photos. Through the lens Madison shone brightly, nothing could be more perfect. She was enchanting.

Rafe took his camera off and draped it on the fence then perched on the top rung. It didn't take long for Madison to spot her observer. She rode up to him. "How could you get her to move like that so soon?"

"I brought her here four summers ago." Madison swung down.

"So, she's yours." Madison rested her arms on the plank Rafe sat on.

The close proximity to him caused goosebumps to form on her arms and her stomach tied up in knots. Her eyes diverted to his wonderful lips and her own swelled at the memory of his pressed to hers.

"Madison..." Rafe's thoughts became jumbled and he didn't know what he really wanted to say anyway.

"I'm sorry." They both stated in unison.

Madison looked away. "Please let me apologize. I should have never kissed you last night. There's just something about you." He paused.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. It was just a special moment that we shared. I don't expect anything from it. So just forget it ever happened." She started to walk away.

Rafe grabbed her arm and made her face him. She did her best to hide her tears, but Rafe could. "Madison... talk to me please." His tone was compassionate beyond anything she had ever known and made the tears flow more freely. Her eyes portrayed desperation and fear.

"If I did something wrong, tell me," Rafe begged with hurt in his heart.

Madison demurely looked up into his blue eyes then rested her hands upon his chest. "Rafe you're a sweet man, and if I were to admit it, yes I am attracted to you but..." She stopped and looked down at the small space between them. She took a deep breath then continued on. "I don't know if I have more to give then friendship. My husband died four years ago in a riding accident. My life is finally content. I don't know if..."

Rafe hushed her." If friends are all we can be then friends are enough for me." He gently brushed a kiss on her forehead. "Friends can give friends a hug, can't they?"

Madison laughed before she wrapped her arms around his neck. Rafe suppressed his feelings for her and returned the embrace. Except for dinner, Rafe didn't see Madison. They both were busy with lessons. During free time Rafe took the boys out to the basketball court for some five on five, while the girls were out at the lake. At 9:30 Madison headed back to the cabin.

Upon arrival passing behind the boy's bunker, roars of laughter erupted in volume. Then suddenly it stopped. She could hear the crickets and the wind in the trees. Madison was a bit hesitant. Something didn't seem right. The thought of Rafe paying her back for him having to mop the floors came to mind. Thinking twice, she figured he wouldn't after last night's kiss and their conversation that day. NO way would he attempt anything this soon, if at all. Madison let out a high-pitched squeal underlined with a tone of pain. Freezing cold water and ice drenched her from above. Emitting a growl, she looked up seeing the bucket that just dumped on her. Madness in her veins she stormed to five feet to Rafe's door. There he stood with an 'I gotcha' grin.

"You, Mr. Masters are in for it." She then shook like a wolf throwing water all over Rafe. "You WILL NOT win."

"I have already won in more aspects then you are willing to realize. In time my dear you will give in and enjoy." He whispered.

After talking to the girls and coming up with a plan of attack, Madison went into her room. Thought the screen she saw Rafe sitting on the steps of his cabin. He waved with a cheesy grin. Madison pulled her shades down to block out any view of him. Out of sight out of mind, she thought.

On the cot, Madison laid down hoping sleep would come early, but it didn't. She stared up at the ceiling with her arm folded behind her head. Rafe's face then danced in her mind's eye, taunting her. The smug expression on his face to an oh-so desirable one.

Madison emitted a low hiss and rolled over on her side causing the cot to creek.

Rafe sat outside a while after Madison angrily closed her blinds. Self-satisfaction filled him until he heard a noise similar to a cat hiss coming from her direction. Maybe he went too far with the ice water. After all, she had made herself vulnerable telling him about her husband. With a heavy sigh Rafe dragged himself inside making a mental note to keep himself in check when it came to Madison.

As he drifted into dreamland his brain replayed what happened that day. The way she seemed to dance with her horse, the emotions shown in her eyes when she talked to him and the way she looked after being drenched. Only two days and this woman had consumed his every thought. Awake or sleep it didn't matter, Madison Parker was ever-present.

Left Behind

Five am Rafe was dressed and ready to apologize to his new friend. He decided that saying sorry was the best route to take. Plus, he hoped to share a cup of coffee with Madison. Reaching for the door he noticed streams of white hanging down over the cabin screens.

Madison sat watching as she had been since four-thirty. She waved and gave the same cheesy smile she received the night before, as Rafe stepped out the door. He turned around and gasped when he saw the cabin was covered in toilet paper.

"Morning. Must have been some wind we had last night." Madison used the sweetest voice she could muster. "Coffee?"

"Yeah, I think I need some about now. I have a long day ahead of me." Madison laughed.

Once she returned with the cup, Rafe had to ask. "So, you're not mad at me I take it?"

"No"

"And to think I felt guilty and was going to apologize."

Madison choked on her coffee. "For a practical joke?"

"Yeah." He confessed. "I thought you'd gotten mad. You opened up and confided in me somewhat about your husband. What was I supposed to think?"

Madison nudged his shoulder. "You have a lot to learn about me, honey."

The next few days were uneventful. Activities went as scheduled. Rafe and Madison had nightly get-togethers around the campfire, roasting marshmallows and telling stories. The two were learning things about one another. Their friendship was off to a great start. Saturdays and Sundays were free time for everyone, so the two counselors planned a long hiking trip. They all met after breakfast with packs of necessities including lunch. They wouldn't be back until dinner.

Sitting on the wood-planked steps Madison started to pull on her hiking boots. Her face scrunched up when her foot slipped in. A cool squishy feeling soaked through her sock. "RAFE!" she yelled.

She ran over to him and dumped worms on the ground next to him from her boots.

Rafe burst out in laughter. Once Madison was finally ready, she led them to the trail behind the cabin.

During the hike, Madison pointed out many interesting sights. They observed animals, looked at trees and other exciting things. Sometime after lunch, they found a freshwater spring where the kids played in the water. Rafe and Madison sat together upon a rock formation.

Several times Rafe had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. Being close to her was driving him insane. Madison shifted positions, crossing her legs. Her knee rested on his, but she didn't readjust. Rafe enjoyed the simple contact. So, leaned back on his hands. When he placed his hand down without looking, it inadvertently set one hand on Madison's. Both looked back and their eyes locked on each other. Rafe licked his lips and then moved in to kiss her. Madison was tense at first but quickly relaxed and returned the kiss. Slowly Rafe's hand reached up and caressed her cheek and his fingertips traced her ear lobe.

Lost in the moment they never heard two giggling teenagers sneaking up behind them. Suddenly they plunged into the water with a large splash.

"Henry!"

"Megan"

They yelled when they saw their children standing where they were pushed from.

Rafe and Madison climbed out of the water then made the decision to head back to the camp. About a mile from camp Madison took the girls to the side. The worm incident couldn't be left without retribution. Standing on the narrow trail in the woods Rafe and the boys started wondering what was taking so long. She was just taking them for a little privacy to deal with personal needs.

"Dad, admit it, they left us out here for the worms," Henry said after fifteen minutes.

"You really think she'd do that?"

"Yeah, you put worms in her boots. Ms. Parker doesn't let any practical joke go without getting even."

"Well, we can get back on our own and prove her wrong, right?"

Megan took the other nine girls the last quarter mile up the trail. When Madison heard thunder in the not so far distance, she doubled back to check on the guys. She'd never forgive herself if something were to happen, she'd be responsible. Surprisingly they were not far behind. Madison stayed off the trail and under the cover of trees so she wouldn't be detected. It took everything she had not to laugh. All eleven of them were covered with scratches. Rafe had the most and seemed to be itching. He also had a large gash on his left cheek.

Now reassured they were fine Madison hurried to beat them back. She was outside five minutes with a gentle mist coming down when Rafe appeared into the opening. He looked up and glared at Madison, as he walked passed. All Rafe did was grunt as he vigorously scratched his arms.

"Get lost?"

"No, we just took the scenic route." He threw back at her.

Madison grabbed his hand pulling him to a halt. He tried to jerk away. "Don't scratch, let me see." She examined the red blotches. "You have poison oak."

"Whatever it is, it bloody itches." Rafe's words came out just like a British actor friend his would have said.

"Do any of the boys have it?"

"Don't think so."

"Go take a shower while I get some calamine lotion." Madison set off towards the infirmary.

After his shower, Rafe sat on Madison's cot clad in only a pair of short, while Madison dabbed him with pink calamine lotion. "Stop scratching!" She smacked his hand away from his neck. Rafe gave a frustrated huff.

Touching his lean legs was bad enough; now working on his chest was torture. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to run her hands over his tanned flesh. Rafe had a body any woman would crave let alone a woman celibate for four years. Well, tone pecs, washboard abs, strong arms, and legs. Not to say that he smelled of ole' spice. Her body continued to react to the sight of him. Standing from her kneeling position Madison brushed his feathered hair off his forehead and began covering his face with spots. It was then she first noticed the scar that donned above his brow.

"What happened?" Madison's pinky caressed it lightly.

"Nothing important." Rafe gently took her hand in his and placed the other one on her waist.

Madison held her breath unable to move. Their eyes were locked for what seemed an eternity. Her mind screamed for him to stop but her body so desperately needed to feel him. His lips and hands on her. She burned with raw desire. Finally, he pulled her into his lap and pressed his mouth to hers. Slow and gentle, he took his time tasting and feeling the curve of her delicate lips. A quiet vibration escaped allowing him the opportunity to plunge deeper. Their tongues twisted as he put more force and passion into it.

Suddenly Madison shoved off of Rafe and stormed out into the rain. "Madison I'm sorry." Hurt and guilt laced his voice.

*

Rafe found Madison sitting on the dock at the lake. He sat down beside her. "Madison I'm sorry...I told..." He stopped when she got up and walked away. He followed. "Please let me say what I have to say." Again, she turned away. "Damn it, will you stop!" He stood in front of her with his hands on her shoulders. "Just give me two minutes." He paused before going on. "I know I told you I could handle being just friends, but I was wrong. If you can't handle it, I'll stay away." Compassion with overtones of anger was apparent in his emotions.

"You don't get it..." She started to yell. "I'm scared."

"Madison that's the last thing I want."

"Rafe..." She cupped his pink Polka-dotted face. "It's not you. Whether you stay away or not, I'd still feel this way. For four years now I have felt dead inside and now in a matter of a week's time, you managed to stir so much inside me. I'm confused, scared and god oh so attracted to you. But I can't do this. I don't want to lead you on and end up hurting you. I'm not that way. I don't want this to be a summer fling. I respect you too much for that." Tears began trickling down her cheeks. She started to speak again but stopped not sure what else to say.

Rafe looked down at Madison. The moonlight reflecting in her tears, she looked so beautiful. His heart broke at seeing such pain in her sea-green eyes. "Madison..." His voice cracked. "I understand." Was all he could say.

Instead of continuing to stand there in an awkward situation Madison chose to leave. This time as she walked away Rafe didn't try to stop her but watched her go head hung as if she had been defeated.

The Dance

Over the next few weeks, Rafe kept the promise to himself and stayed away from Madison. When it was impossible to do so he would watch her from afar. Constantly he would have to rein in his desire for her. It didn't matter or not if she was in his line of sight or not, she plagued his mind. Although the distance remained between them Rafe and Madison continued with the practical jokes. Rafe and the boys put a gardener snake in Madison's bed. That warranted a skunk in the boys' cabin. After that when showering Madison's clothes were stolen leaving her to walk wrapped only in a towel across the camp. Then Rafe's toothbrush was used to clean the bathroom floor.

Summer was half over and time for the summer dance. The night before all the camp counselors decorated the gym. Rafe stayed on one end so as to keep his temptation under control however his eyes followed her every move. She seemed more withdrawn and depressed then she had been since their talk out at the lake. All he wanted to do was hold her, let her know he cared. He wanted to help her. How though he didn't know. It even occurred to him to talk to his son and Megan but of course, he would never stoop that low. He would just have to wait it out.

Megan and Henry watched their parents closely. Megan nudged Henry. "Look at them. And they say we can be childish. They don't talk anymore but they stare at each other all the time."

Henry looked at Megan. "Well, the dance is tonight maybe we can do something about it?" He said with a sly grin and winked at his friend.

Instead of dinner the dance started at six and had finger foods. For the longest time, the boys stood on one side of the gym and the girls on the other. They all were afraid to ask someone to dance. Madison watched Rafe across the room as he talked to his son. He looked dashing in his tight black jeans and crimson silk shirt.

Without removing her gaze from Rafe, Madison spoke. "Meg, why don't you go ask Henry to dance? You guys start it and others will follow."

"Mom!"

"What? You like him, right?"

"Well...yes. But..." Megan sounded embarrassed.

"So, blame me. Tell him I made you do it." She winked at her daughter.

Slowly Megan made her way toward him. When halfway there Henry spotted her and met up with her.

Megan whispered. "My mom made me come over."

"So did my dad. Want to dance."

"Well, it would make them happy," Megan added quickly.

Shortly the floor was filled with kids shy and awkward. It reminded Madison of her first school dance. The boy she liked never asked her to dance and she was afraid to ask him. Her vision focused back on Rafe. Inwardly she laughed 'No different now. I'm still chicken.' She turned and walked to the refreshment table. The current song came to a close and the music faded. The next song started, and she recognized it from her youth as a love ballad. Madison let out a sigh and scanned around for Rafe. He was dancing with Megan.

Just then Henry was by her side. "Ms. Parker, may I have this dance?"

Henry stood there looking so adorable. "Why I'd be delighted." Madison took his hand and they walked to the dance floor. Almost as soon as she was there someone bumped into her from behind. Looking over her shoulder she came face to face with Rafe.

Suddenly they were pushed together by their children. Gently Rafe took her hand in his and placed the other on the small of her back. "I think we've been set up." He suggested.

"You may be right." Madison saw Megan high-five Henry.

Madison did her best to swallow the lump in the back of her throat. Rafe's hand on her back sent tingles coursing through every nerve in her body. Her hands began to shake and Rafe gave her a reassuring squeeze. "For the kids." She gave him a nervous smile.

A moment of brief quiet passed between them before they both spoke at the same time. "You look..." They stopped.

"You look beautiful." Rafe complimented.

"Thank you. You look rather grand yourself."

Three and a half minutes Madison felt queasy. She did her best to avoid looking at him but was drawn to the scar on his brow. The one that he never did tell her how he got. She itched to touch it.

Once the music ended, they parted ways. Megan caught up with her mother in the girl's bathroom. Madison seemed flushed. "Meg...

"What? You like him. So, what is wrong with dancing with him?"

"Everything."

"Mom, daddy's been gone for four years. You need a man in your life. He likes you. You like him I don't see the problem."

"Meg.... you're only thirteen. Things are different when you're an adult." Madison kissed Megan on the forehead.

The Waterfall

The next day being Saturday Madison decided to take Starlight out on the trails for the day. She needed to get away, to think. One of the other counselors agreed to watch her girls.

Madison didn't return until dinnertime. During dinner, Megan and Henry kept passing notes to each other and giggling. Madison said nothing or didn't notice. She picked and stared at her food. She hadn't eaten all day, but she still had no appetite. Then on the trek back to the cabin, she lagged behind the group.

"Ms. Parker!" Henry called. "Megan asked me to tell you she wanted to go swimming with you out at the falls. She is already on her way out there.

"Thanks," Madison replied.

Quickly she changed into her black bikini and headed out to the falls to spend some time with Megan, maybe that would get her mind off Rafe. The sun was fading in the sky. Radiant golds and passionate purples swirled the horizon above the tree line. The sound of the water falling off the rock formations was soothing.

Stepping out of the woods Madison felt as if she walked into an invisible wall. She landed flat on her behind.

"Madison?" Rafe startled her.

"What are you doing here?" Madison snapped back as he reached out his hand.

"I...Henry..." He pulled her up. She froze, her hands the only thing between them.

Rafe didn't move and he couldn't breathe.

Alone in the woods, pressed up against him, Madison's wall finally crumbled, she could no longer fight the overwhelming attraction to him. She tilted her head up and kissed Rafe. Madison then wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I thought you couldn't do this?" His words were muffled by her lips.

"Can't fight it anymore." Rafe smiled.

He pulled her ponytail out and ran his fingers through her long brown strands of silk. "About time."

Kissing her back he put a month's worth of frustrations into it, he wanted to devour her essence. Soft vibrating moans sounded deep in Madison's throat. Suddenly Madison pulled away, threw her towel in his face and ran. Hearing her laugh Rafe knew she was playing this time instead of running away.

Madison ran to the cliff edge and jumped a swan dive into the lake below. Right behind her Rafe went. He found her under the waterfall. At first, he just watched her, hypnotized by her beauty. She looked amazing with the water cascading over her slender toned body that was barely covered in a black string bikini.

Carefully Rafe climbed the rocks to where she was. He reached for her placing his hands on her hips as he covered her abdomen in soft kisses. Madison leaned her head back in the rush of water as Rafe crawled his way up to the valley between her breasts. The sensitive skin was smoother than anything he'd ever felt. A moan escaped Madison's lips when Rafe reached the dip at the front of her neck. He stopped and smiled with a sparkle in his eyes. Madison peered back with an intoxicating expression. He wanted to ask her if she wanted him to stop. Even though she started it all, he would have stopped if she weren't ready.

Madison draped one arm over his shoulder and with the other hand traced the scar on his eyebrow with her index finger. "You never told me what happened."

"Barbed wire fence. It was stupid." Rafe took her hand in his, then placed a finger in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around it then he sucked on it.

Madison's body shook as she slowly exhaled. The heat of Rafe's mouth flamed the blood in her veins almost to the point of making her lightheaded. She freed her finger only to press her lips to his. Passion flowed between them. A month of lust screamed for release. Slowly Rafe firmly ran his hands up her sides, then her arms, raising them above her head. There he pinned them to the rock wall behind her. With his free hand, Rafe tugged at the string that held Madison's bikini top in place. It fell away. He then took her breast in his hand kneading it. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back again enjoying the long-forgotten sensations. How she had missed such feelings. Her body burned everywhere he touched her.

Together they explored flesh and curves. Every inch of one another's body had not been left untouched. The cool water falling over them did nothing to cool the passion. Finally, Madison felt as if she would perish if Rafe didn't take her right then.

Seeing the need in her eyes Rafe took hold of Madison's backside lifting her up to where the apex of her body met his. She wrapped her legs willingly around his waist, and then bit down on her lips as he entered her. Lord it had been a long time, she was tight, and it almost hurt, but pain could not win over such wondrous pleasures.

They gazed upon each other as if nothing else in the universe existed but the two of them. Everything else melted away. His hunger for her fueled his own fire within. Madison pushed her hips matching his thrusts; she couldn't get enough of him. Each time Rafe could feel her getting close to climaxing he would ease up and Madison would whimper in his ear. This would start things all over again, their hands roaming each other. Rafe this time set her back on her feet and turned his attention to her breasts. He kneaded them, enjoying the firmness of their perfection.

When he sucked her nipple into his mouth Madison cried out in pleasure. "Please, I can't take it anymore."

Rafe heard her words but wasn't ready to end things. It had been a long time since he himself had been with a woman and wanted to enjoy her and her body as long as possible. Torturing her he held back and only pushed the head of his manhood inside her. She tried her best to bring him in more, but each time she would push towards him he would pull away only allowing the tip to remain within her.

"You're driving me insane." She bit out through clenched teeth.

"Good" he nuzzled her neck.

"I can't take it anymore."

"Are you sure?" Rafe again teased by pulling out and only letting her feel the smallest amount of him.

"Yes!" She screamed as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

This time Rafe slammed into her hard, letting her have his full length. He let his primal needs take over, the wild animal inside was relentless, his rhythm fierce. It wasn't long before Rafe had Madison on the edge again. The closer Madison got to crying out in ecstasy the harder it was for him not to lose control. He needed her to climax with him. Her voice finally sang through Rafe as she spasmed around him forcing his own release to come forth. Together they reached explosive peeks twice more. Madison clung to Rafe in a desperate attempt not to collapse. Four years had been way too long but well worth the wait.

Rafe and Madison played around in the lake for another hour before making the decision to head back to camp. They walked hand in hand under the canopy of trees and stars. Rafe walked her up to the cabin door and left Madison with a long deep passionate kiss goodnight.

When Madison drifted off to sleep her mind was cluttered with visions of her and Rafe's lovemaking. Her body ached now at the loss of his touch. She craved to have him next to her, to be in his arms. Sleep that night was the most peaceful she had had in years.

*

The next morning Madison awoke to the smell of coffee, her mind still in the haze of her dreams. She didn't want to move from her comfortable spot. Opening her eyes, she was prepared to shield them from the morning sun but to her surprise, Rafe was there on the edge of her cot.

"Morning." He said brushing stray hairs from her face.

Madison smiled back at him. "Good morning." Her voice sang through Rafe as she seemed to still have a glow about her. "You made coffee?" She sat up as he handed her a cup.

"Sleep good?" Rafe was unsure what to say.

"Ummm... great."

"You looked so beautiful laying there, so I didn't have the heart to wake you." He kissed her forehead then got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Madison grabbed his hand forcing him to sit back down.

"You need to...' His words trailed off when Madison devoured his mouth.

Rafe pushed away. "You keep that up and I may take you here with your daughter in the other room." Madison groaned.

*

All through breakfast Rafe teased Madison with his eyes. Tingles erupted from her core. Somehow, she would make him pay. She would drive him insane with such want that he wouldn't care who was around when she gave herself to him again.

Two and a half weeks left until the camp competitions and Madison wanted to get started on working with their team. After a brief discussion with Rafe, they agreed to take the kids horseback riding until lunch then target practicing afterward.

The two counselors could not be separated. They did everything together. They were on a wide trail in the woods, wide enough to ride double. Rafe and Henry brought up the rear while Madison and Megan lead the pack. Things were fine as they searched for a place to rest the horses until suddenly one of the girl's horses reared. The horse tore off the path into the trees with a jolt. Rafe raced after the runaway horse and rider.

"Meg, Henry, stay here with everyone," Madison instructed. Megan and Henry were the best riders and could handle most situations.

Together Rafe and Madison tried to herd the horse, without success. Madison soon realized the horse was headed towards a cliff. "Cliff!" Madison shouted making Rafe aware of the danger.

He then steered 'Windstar', his stallion as close to the runaway as possible. Madison gasped in terror and held her breath as she watched Rafe jump onto the back behind the twelve-year-old traumatized girl. With all his might Rafe yanked back on the reins and to the left. The horse's head jerked uncomfortably to the left. He finally turned and stopped just in time to miss the edge. The sudden stop threw Rafe and the girl to the ground. Somehow, he was able the cradle the girl in his arms cushioning her from the fall. She clung to him for dear life.

Madison pulled 'Starlight' to a halt and jumped down running towards them, she dropped to her knees. "Gees, are you insane?" She took the girl.

Rafe sat up. Madison lifted the hair on his forehead where blood started trickling down. A gash marred his temple. "You ok?"

Brushing off the dirt and leaves, he stood, confirming he was unharmed. Once Madison set the girl on her feet, she threw herself at Rafe hugging him thankful he was okay. Then she slapped his arm. "You could have warned me." Rafe laughed.

They walked back to the others. Rafe held on to his and the other horse's reins with one hand and the other reached out and squeezed Madison's hand. She squeezed back.

Competition Week

During the next ten days, the new lovers did their best to sneak off to the lake to be alone. Many times, it had to be after lights out. Both Rafe and Madison told their children when they went so that someone knew where they were. Every time they were together it was like the first time. They couldn't get enough of one another. The chemistry between the two of them was outlandish. Time and time again they erupted like a volcano and shook like an earthquake. Their coming together was earth-shattering, leaving them spent yet with tidal waves of gratification crashing through them.

*

With only a week left Rafe and Madison found themselves in an awkward situation. How to deal with their relationship; Do they part ways and let it go as a summer fling? Do they pursue a deeper relationship? Each of them knew how they felt for the other but was unwilling to say for fear the other didn't feel as strongly.

The night before camp competition Rafe kissed Madison goodnight and swore he saw tears in her eyes. He almost asked her what was wrong but couldn't bring forth the words. Somehow, he knew it would bring up the conversation of what would happen at the end of the week. A part of him didn't want to talk about it because if it was all to end, he would rather not know until it did. He wanted every last moment possible to be memorable.

That night Madison laid in bed staring out the window towards Rafe's cabin. Her heart sank deep into her stomach, she wondered if Rafe was sleeping or not. Then her mind started thinking about how Rafe truly felt about her. He was loving in actions, but not once had he told her what he felt. If she were to tell him she didn't want things to change would he say the same? Fear of the worst caused her to rise out of bed. There would be no sleep that night.

Madison paced her floor, her brain in overdrive. She tried reading and even contemplated going over to say her peace. Madison thought herself a reasonable person and didn't expect Rafe to say he loved her; she really didn't know what she expected. She never went to him.

"Good morning campers and counselors." The loudspeaker boomed. "Right after breakfast, everyone is to meet in the main area to go over a schedule of events. Thank you!"

Madison stepped outside with her coffee while the girls got dressed. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed movement at the trail entrance. It was Rafe. He had his hands sunk deep in his front pockets, his head hung low and his feet shuffled along the dirt. She watched him.

When he was three feet away Madison asked. "Coffee?"

Startled he looked up. "Oh morning." He stepped closer. "Please."

Rafe removed the camera around his neck and sat on the steps. He accepted the coffee offered to him. "Someone not sleep well?" Madison probed.

The air around them was so tense it could have been cut with a knife. When he didn't answer she added, "That makes two of us."

Just then kids filed out between the cabins. The conversation was lost to another time now. Day one of the competition for the wolves consisted of volleyball and fishing tournaments. They placed second in volleyball and third in fishing. Madison Parker's reputation as a counselor was flawless. Three years running her wolves won. A second and third place didn't start them out good.

Day two started great for the wolves with them winning first place in the swim race, but then a disturbing fourth in basketball. The next two days were much better, track and field brought in a first and the obstacle course a second place. Archery and riding both were two more blue ribbons making a total of four first place and the wolves the overall winners.

*

Eight counselors were no longer in teams of four. It was every man and woman for themselves. Swim competition was after breakfast. Eighty teens and pre-teens lined the south bank of the lake watching as the eight counselors made laps around the pylons. Each lap was to be done in a different stroke.

The final lap Rafe pulled ahead leaving Madison with second place. The boy wolves howled at the victory. In archery, Madison beat him out by a hair, each now with a first and second place. Two events left and it was tied.

After lunch 'Starlight' felt Madison's tension so didn't respond to her owners' commands but her performance still earned first above Rafe and 'Windstar'. During the final event Rafe held the lead. A tie ended the afternoon. The campers voted for the tie-breaking sport, which ended up as archery.

Madison was good but with Rafe's training for one of his movies, he felt he had a good shot at beating her. He lost the coin toss and had to shoot first. From the sidelines Madison watched one arm resting on her bow as Megan held her quiver, slung over her shoulder. Rafe took his stance, notched the arrow and slowly pulled back. His hand tense at his right cheek Rafe aimed, took a breath and as he exhaled, he released the arrow. Bull's-eye! The tip was buried deep dead center.

He turned to Madison. "Your turn Milady."

Carefully Madison examined her target before she moved. Megan held out an arrow to her mother. It was a long moment before she averted her eyes from her objective. Nodding a 'No' to Megan as she walked into position, Megan followed. She took the second arrow offered by her daughter. Megan winked with a big grin. She knew what her mother was going to attempt to do.

Madison inspected the double-bladed arrow in her hand. Once satisfied she turned her back to Rafe, her approach was backward being she was left-handed. She took her time aiming and called forth the target. A technique she taught herself. She was able to somehow visualize the target closer, therefore making it bigger.

The arrow Rafe shot was perfectly centered only one way to top it. She focused on the arrow itself. The grain of the wood became visible then she let her shot go.

Stunned, shocked, and amazed Rafe didn't know how to react. Madison Parker bested his winning shot. Somehow, she managed to split his arrow right down the middle. Cheers rang out, whistles marked championship. There was no doubt who the marksman was.

"How in the world did you do that?" Rafe said still astonished by what he'd just witnessed.

During dinner, the awards were handed out and Madison was encouraged to make a speech. She kept it simple and advised that she would be back next summer to defend her title and reputation. She even informed Rafe she still one-upped him on the practical jokes.

*

This was to be the last night. Pick up was after lunch the next day. Things were all a mess in Madison's head. It was possible the last time she would really have a chance to spend time with the man who won her heart. Alone she walked to the cabin planning to pack.

"We need to talk." Rafe's voice scared Madison. He stood leaning against her screen door; arms folded over her chest. "Walk with me." He stepped off the porch.

"I' need to..."

"I'm sure it can wait. Please, Madison." Rafe took her hand leading her to the lake.

At first, neither spoke. The sun was beginning to set, so Madison occupied her interest in the sky. She really wasn't at that moment interested in it; it was her nerves. Back behind the boathouse spread out on the grass was a blanket. Rafe guided her to sit then sat in front of her.

"Madison." He paused holding her hands in her lap. "I...you are an outstanding woman. You have inspired so much in me. You're beautiful, intelligent, funny and so much more..."

Here it was, Madison knew it he was about to break her heart. She braced for the impact of his words.

"But I have to know, where do you see things for us." He paused then continued when she said nothing. "I couldn't imagine going back to L.A. without you. You make me feel things I never knew possible."

Rafe lifted her face. "Madison I'm falling in love with you."

Madison felt tears of joy roll down her face. "Oh, Rafe!" She smiled and threw her arms around him.

There under the sunset with shades of pink and oranges glowing in their eyes, they made love for the last time that summer.

2 Years Later

Over the next two years, Rafe and Madison stayed in touch and saw one another as often as possible. Megan and Henry became closer as well, they spent time on the weekends together whether Rafe was in town or not. The summer after they met, they didn't see each other or talk. Rafe was abroad filming; Madison and the kids were making another victory at Camp Oakwood. Madison again won her fifth title as Camp counselor champion.

On the second anniversary of the infamous first meeting, Rafe was able to clear his schedule to volunteer at the camp again. Things were different this time; they were able to be more open about their involvement. They snuck out to the lake falls almost every night. The wolves won in a landslide. However, Madison's winning streak was over, Rafe was the victor in the competition, as he was in Madison's heart.

The last night of camp, Rafe took Madison out to the cliffs by the waterfall at sunset. There on the cliffs edge was a blanket with a small basket. Rafe himself seemed to glow and Madison had never seen him smile so much. They sat watching the painted sky.

Finally, Rafe turned to Madison. "Madison my love, I brought you out here for a reason." He paused. "You have been an inspiration to me for two years. I think I fell in love with you the moment you almost hit me with that door." Madison was melting in his eyes and words.

"I love you more than I ever thought possible too." He reached into the basket beside him pulling out a small black velvet box.

"Make me even happier and become my wife." He opened the box revealing a three-carat princess cut platinum diamond ring. Rafe slipped it on her left ring finger.

Madison looked at the man who taught her to love again; she cupped his face as tears streamed down hers. "Yes, I will marry you!" Then she kissed him.

The End

When You Least Expect It

Chapter 1

Ivey Peters stood with an empty champagne glass in her left hand. She was near the bar wondering how she let her best friend talk her into attending such a high-class New Year's Eve party. Ivey was a twenty-seven-year-old professional; she had always been the reserved type. Some would say she bordered on shy.

A five-foot-nine frame held one hundred and thirty pounds of pure muscle. Strength in her line of work usually came in handy. Her unique combination of blond hair and green eyes attracted many admirers but when they found out she was a private investigator they high tailed it out of her life.

Michelle Marcos, the model, Ivey's best friend from childhood slinked towards her. She pulled Ivey to the ladies' room. "What are you doing?" Michelle scolded

"What do you mean?"

"It's ten minutes to midnight and you look ready to run for the nearest exit." Michelle stared at her friend through the bathroom mirror.

"Chelle you know I didn't want to come." Ivey smoothed the fabric of her hunter green party dress. "I know why you brought me here and you know I'm not looking for a relationship."

Michelle only glared back. "Well at least look like you're having fun...for me."

Right outside the bathroom, Ivey was abandoned again. Michelle excused herself to speak with some high-profile guy. Ivey watched for a moment as her model friend fawned over the man. 'How could anyone make a fool out of themselves like that?' she wondered. Ivey headed out to the balcony to get some fresh air; also, she had heard there was to be a grand display of fireworks.

After about two minutes of surveying the lights of the town below Ivey felt herself being watched. Looking to her right she noticed a beautiful man staring at her. His dark curly locks shifted slightly in the breeze. He wore black slacks and a pristine white tux shirt with the first three buttons open. It gave a hint of the skin that lay beneath.

Suddenly a stronger wind whipped up throwing her hair in her face obscuring the view of the god. Quickly she flipped her head removing it, but he was gone. Disappointed Ivey sighed and looked back out over the city.

She looked at her watch, it was 11:59, just then someone leaned on the railing next to her. "Champagne?" A male voice with a British accent asked.

The instant Ivey looked up she was drawn to a pair of smoldering brown eyes. The god-like man who shared glances with her just moments ago handed her a glass. If Ivey were anyone else but herself, she may have been star struck.

"We can't have such a beautiful woman bringing in the New Year alone! Alec Beaumont at your service, love." He gently took her hand in his, then brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

"Ivey Peters...a pleasure." Both still had their eyes locked on each other. Lord, he was a beautiful man. An urge to reach out and touch his face overwhelmed her.

A chant began inside. "10...9...8," the sound echoed as if Ivey was in a tunnel. "7...6...5," Everyone continued. "4...3...2," Alec leaned toward her, "1," he drew her in and pressed his lips to hers.

His touch instantly warmed Ivey from the cold of the night. Instead of pulling away she returned the kiss with passion. With the first explosion of fireworks, sparks came to life inside Ivey.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist, wrapped up in the moment and all," Alec said pulling back. Ivey shivered at the loss of his body so close, so Alec rubbed her bare arms. "Did you want to go back in?"

"Not particularly." She answered nervously. He turned her towards the display of light and folded his arms around her. Ivey leaned her back into his chest. Feeling his pectoral muscles, she smiled to herself. 'Things happen when you least expect it' she thought as she snuggled closer.

*

The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel stood empty. The band was long gone, but Alec held Ivey in his arms as they swayed to their own music. Balloons streamers and confetti surrounded them, as they spoke to each other with their eyes and not words. Strangely Ivey felt connected to this man, though they had only met that night and only known each other's first name. Somehow details didn't matter. The quietness allowed the two to hear a clock tower outside chime in the four o'clock hour.

"It's late!" Ivey commented.

"I don't want to sound forward but with the time, would you care to stay in my suite? I wouldn't want to read your name in tomorrow's paper for falling asleep at the wheel."

"Geez, I completely forgot. 'Celle brought me."

"Well, there you go another reason, no ride home." Ivey looked at him. "I'll be a good boy I promise." Alec led her out of the hall and towards the elevators.

Alec had a luxurious business suite equipped with a small full functioning kitchen. "Have a seat." He gestured to the large overstuffed cream-colored sofa. Ivey laid her wrap and clutch purse on the table then sat down.

Alec himself was rummaging in the fridge until he pulled out champagne and strawberries. He sat them before Ivey then picked up the telephone. "Yes, can I have an extra blanket and pillow brought up to suite 1A?" As he hung up the phone, he kicked off his loafers and sat cross-legged next to Ivey.

Ivey watched him closely as her stomach churned. It was an awkward moment she wasn't sure what to do or say. Sitting in a hotel with the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Men weren't classified as beautiful; it was a word reserved for women and children. However, he was beautiful, and magnificently so. His skin was perfectly flawless, tanned and blemish-free. A mouth with lips you just want to taste and savor.

"I..." Ivey began but the rest seemed to get caught in her throat.

"Oh, let me get you something to sleep in." Alec hopped up and went to the bedroom. When he returned, he was wearing sweats and a tank top. He handed Ivey a t-shirt and a robe.

Alec poured the champagne then offered her a glass. Holding it up for a toast he said. "To new friends. May our friendship blossom."

Ivey smiled then tipped her glass to his. "To new friends."

There was a knock at the door, Alec went to get it knowing it was housekeeping. Ivey took the time to slip off to the bathroom and change. In the bathroom was a garden tub and hot tub. She looked into the vanity mirror. "How did you get yourself into this?" She asked aloud.

Carefully she removed her dress and hung it behind the door, then neatly folded her undergarments on the counter with her heels placed on the first step to the hot tub.

Back in the sitting room, Alec was munching on strawberries while trying to fluff the blanket out. Ivey grabbed the other end when she saw him. "Here..."

"Thank you...as promised a good boy. You can take the bed."

"Don't be ridiculous this is your room. Anyways I'm sure I've slept in worst places." Alec gave a dumbfounded look. There was no way a classy woman like her could have anything but the best.

From her purse, Ivey produced a business card and handed it to Alec. "A P.I.?"

"Private Dick at your service." She gave a gallant waist bow and a flip of the hand. She giggled and Alec burst into laughter.

Alec settled down in his king-size bed since Ivey insisted on taking the couch. He felt bad but she refused to relinquish. It wasn't like him to back down, however, he realized that this woman was not average and didn't want to test those waters just yet. He wanted to get to know her better.

Sleep didn't come easy; he tossed and turned unable to find that one comfortable spot. Finally, after a few hours, Alec got up for something to drink. Quietly he crept through the sitting room to the kitchen. He hoped he wouldn't wake Ivey since he didn't know if she was a sound sleeper or not.

As he approached the end of the sofa where her head was pillowed, he stopped. Ivey was a very lovely woman, he guessed in her late twenties. Classic ivory skin tone, blond curls that hung to the middle of her back. One of her legs was uncovered revealing the magnificent long sculptured limb. The urge to reach out and run his fingers over her hit him hard.

When his hand moved towards her Ivey was instantly awake. "You do and I'll break it" She grabbed his wrist.

"Woo love."

Ivey sat up; she blinked a few times then took in her surroundings. Noticing who she held in a death grip she released him. "Sorry being in a strange place can make me a little jumpy."

Alec rubbed his wrist to get the circulation back. "Umm...hazards of the job?"

"I guess you could say that."

"I was getting something to drink, you want anything?" he offered.

"Thank you no." Ivey adjusted her blanket as she laid back down.

In his room, Alec again tried for some shuteye. This time it came. It came with dreams. Visions of the blond bombshell consumed his mind. The images were so vivid he could smell the spicy scent of her perfume. Taste the slight saltiness of her inviting lips. He could feel the swell of her breasts pressed against him.

Chapter 2

Jolted awake Alec sat in the middle of the bed in a cold sweat with ragged breaths. The sun was shining through the half-open curtains; he squinted until his eyes adjusted. Once fully conscious he smelled fresh coffee, so headed out of his room. Upon entering the living room area, he saw on the sofa the blanket Ivey had used neatly folded and the pillow placed on top. In the kitchen was a plate of assorted Danishes with a note:

Alec,

Thank you for your generosity. There is coffee brewing and these. Please if there is anything, I can do to repay you call.

'Private Dick'

Ivey

Alec chuckled at her Private Dick comment as he remembered her acting the night before. "Oh, I can think of a few things, my love." He smiled.

Ivey raced into her office. She hated having to leave Alec a note. He had been a good boy as promised, he deserved better. Maybe she'd stop by the hotel later if she had time and thank him in person. Right now, her case was more important. "Where is it?" She demanded.

Ivey's secretary jumped. "On your desk."

Ivey shut the glass door to her office that had 'Detective Peter's' stenciled on it.

Grabbing the file on her oak desk she plopped down in the big leather chair. This was the break she had been waiting for, on a high-profile case. A self-made millionaire goes missing without a trace during an IRS investigation of holdings. Devoted wife hires private eye to work the case because local police and CIA come up empty.

"Brittany come in here please," Ivey called over the intercom.

"Yes Ms. Peter's?" A young petite bottle-blond appeared.

"I need you to send a messenger over to the Grand Hotel." She finished writing on business stationery and handed it to Brittany.

At three o'clock Alec stood at the front desk of the Grand Hotel checking out when a local messenger came in. The man behind the counter signed for the envelope that was handed to him.

"Ah... Mr. Beaumont, it's for you." He gave it to him.

Right there Alec opened the manila envelope to find it contained a business-sized white one, it had the same logo as Ivey's business card. He read the handwritten letter:

Alec,

Please forgive me I have to go out of town on business. I know this is a bit presumptuous, but I had hoped to hear from you soon. I want to pay you back so hope you'll accept my invitation to dinner. If you can call my office and leave me a number you can be reached at, with my secretary I'll call you when I get back.

Ivey Peters

"Here you are Ms. Peters; you'd better hurry their boarding now." The lady behind the ticket counter gave her, her boarding pass.

Just then the loudspeaker clicked. "Last call for flight 307 to Aruba." Ivey ran through the terminal when she got to security, she tossed her carry on upon the x-ray machine. It beeped. Ivey sighed and pulled out the medical statement the verified a metal pin in her left shoulder then pushed the collar of her shirt over to reveal the scar.

The doors were about to close when she got to her gate. She just made it. Once on the plane, Ivey had to wait until cruising altitude before she could use her laptop. After linking up to the Internet port Ivey checked her emails. The one she wanted was the one from Brittany:

Ms. Peters,

Your motel reservations are confirmed and so is the car rental at the airport, both under the alias Jennifer Jenkins. Oh, here is a number from a British guy named Alec 619-555-3496.

Brittany

Well, at least he got her message that was good. Him calling showed his interest, that was a plus. Ivey smiled then pulled out the large file on the guy she was tracking. She needed to have all the information in case he decided to run again.

Stepping off the plane in Aruba, Ivey was greeted by her least favorite person. "Geezus Sam. Don't tell me you CIA guys fucked up again. He banged, didn't he?"

Sam was the agent assigned to her case. He was always screwing up. Always one step ahead of her and by the time she arrived the jailbird had flown the coop. "If you and your goons would back off, I could get him and have him in custody, within a month."

Chapter 3

Ivey boarded the next plane back to LAX. Another goose chase was all she needed. Time was running out and the CIA was crawling all over the case. They had two months left to bring her client's husband in before the next hearing. Ivey knew that with her contacts she could nab him in plenty of time. Plus, she could get her fifty thousand dollar bonus that the wife offered if Ivey found him before the authorities so she could see him before he was hauled off to prison.

Once in flight, she dug out her laptop. Quickly she retrieved Alec's number from Brittany's email. Resting her head against the small round window Ivey punched Alec's number into the plane phone.

Voice mail picked up. "Well, Mr. Beaumont, its Ivey, it seems my plans were changed I'm headed back to L.A. and should be landing about ten o'clock. If you want to get..." her reception cut out. "Bloody Hell! Oh, that's great know the guy one day and I'm already bloody talking like a brit." With annoyance Ivey settled back to hopefully get some sleep.

Back at the firm Brittany was going through the days' mail when the phone rang. "Ms. Peters' office, how can I help you?"

"I think I talked to you before. I left my number with you yesterday for Ivey." A male voice stated.

"Oh, you're the sweet British guy."

"Sweet I don't know, British yes." Brittany giggled. "Any way Ivey left me a message from the plane saying she was on her way back, but I think she lost signal. I was hoping you could tell me what flight she's on."

"Well I...'

"I want to surprise her." Alec almost sounded as if he were begging.

"I don't know if I can do that." Brittany could be dangerous, but he was the one she had messengered. "How about this I have to pick her up. You come to the office and you can go with me." Her tone dripped with honey.

"Perfect...Hey, you wouldn't know what her favorite flowers are would you?"

"No, but I like roses," Brittany informed as if it were important that he know.

*

Alec stood anxiously at gate nine next to the overly bubbly Brittany. Ever since she was able to put a face to the voice she was constantly talking and flirting with him. It was really starting to get annoying. Finally, the announcement of the flights' arrival came. Alec got more nervous; he'd done some outrageous stuff in his time to impress a woman, but never had felt so many butterflies before. There was something about this one. Something exciting and dangerous. God knows he liked dangerous.

The anticipation grew as people walked through the doors. Each and everyone that passed made him more and more frustrated. "Are you sure this is the right plane?" He turned to Ivey's secretary.

"Yes, hon... I'm sure." She rubbed his arm trying to be comforting, but it was only a reason to touch him.

Ivey then appeared looking worse for the wear. It was noticeable that she was not in a good mood. Alec began to think it wasn't a good idea to come. Ivey finally spotted him and instantly a huge smile curved her lips. "Alec." He brought the bouquet of lavender gray roses from behind his back.

"These are beautiful! Thank you." Ivey was shocked; he went out of his way to meet her. "You didn't have to come out here this late."

"I wanted to see you." He took her carryon bag. "Hungry?"

In the back of Brit's SUV Ivey sat staring at her newfound friend. She wasn't really sure what to call him other than that because she wasn't sure what kind of relationship they had. Obviously, something if he was willing to come out to the airport at ten o'clock at night.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?" Alec had to ask.

Ivey blinked, "I'm sorry...it's just...On the plane...I swear it was you with long blond hair and blue eyes. The movie..." She stumbled over her words.

'Love, you mean you didn't know. Marcus Lenard, yes that was me." He laughed.

"No, I had no clue. Gee and I'm supposed to be an investigator ain't that a kicker."

They pulled up a long drive that led to a beautiful Victorian two-story plantation style house. Alec leaned forward as they stopped. "Nice."

"Thank you it's been in my family for generations." Ivey opened the door and got out.

Inside the foyer, Alec stood mouth gapping. The large entryway had beautiful marble floors inlaid with gold. Directly in front of him a curved staircase with a dark Cherry wood banister. The wall was lined with different paintings. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling was a huge crystal chandelier.

Ivey set down her bag next to the coat closet. "Can I get you something to drink?" She asked walking toward what Alec thought to be a living room.

"That would be great." He replied following her.

The living room was decorated in crimson and dark wood trim. Off in a dimly lit corner was a bar, in which Ivey was now behind. "Beer?"

"Sure." Alec walked towards her. "How many rooms does this place have?"

She handed him his beer then took a swig of her own. "Somewhere about twenty, I think. The place is way too big for just one person, but I don't have the heart to sell it. There are only a few rooms that I actually go in."

'What kinda bloody work was her family in?' Alec thought as they ascended the stairs. The hallway itself had the same polished wood planks as the steps. They walked the hall in silence. The only sound was the click of Ivey's boots. Once at the end of the corridor they entered a room decorated in a modern-day style. An elaborate entertainment system covered one wall, the others were lined with Many times bookshelves. The carpet and furniture were classic blacks.

Gesturing for Alec to sit she made herself comfortable on the overstuffed sofa that sat in the middle of the room on a black and Ivory oriental rug.

"You know I don't know if I should be in your house?" Alec said out loud as he noted all the expensive artifacts around.

Ivey gave him a shocked and confused look. "I'm a bit accident-prone." Ivey's expression then showed relief. An awkward moment of silence fell over the room.

Not wanting to sound stupid, but not knowing what else to talk about Ivey finally broke the quiet. "So what movies do you have coming out soon?" I want to make sure I can see them."

"Lies premiers in two weeks." He smiled. "I'm more interested in what you do."

"Not really much to tell. The firm was started by my grandfather. Nana started there as his secretary. Dad took over met mom there..."

Alec chimed in "Then you followed"

"Yes, but mom and dad didn't like that I wanted to do more than filing and research."

Over the next hour Alec questioned Ivey on the different types of cases she had, had. He was totally wrapped up in the thrill he thought her life was. The adventures she must have. It was almost midnight but Alec didn't want to leave his lovely companion. "So do I get a tour of this place or not?"

"Sure." Ivey stood.

As she walked him through the house Ivey gave some of the history. The house was built as a replica of a family plantation in Georgia in the mid-1800s. Four or five generations back a grandfather of hers built it for his wife after several successful investments and a lucrative win fall with a gold mine.

Chapter 3

They toured the upper level first, which consisted of her home office, extensive library, and several bedrooms. Downstairs was a gym, another den, the kitchen, a banquet dining room, and an indoor swimming pool.

The last stop was the atrium. The center attraction in the garden was a large stone pond with a fountain. Although it was winter several breeds of flowers and plants thrived. "This place is magnificent. Almost as stunning as you." He stared up through the glass ceiling at the stars.

"It's my favorite place in the summer." Ivey turned to meet his gaze.

When their eyes locked she saw a twinkle in them, the deep passion shown through. Ivey looked at his inviting lips and stepped towards him. The moonlight above cast a romantic glow around them that drew them to each other. Neither one was shy nor aggressive it was as though there was a magnetic pull.

Alec placed his hands on her hips as their bodies came in contact. She fit perfectly against him. Physically his body responded as he explored the depths of her mouth. Ivey laced her fingers in his curls, they felt like spun silk. His arms snaked up Ivey's back. In the midst of the moment, one of them lost their balance and they tumbled into the pond. Finally, the kiss was broken when they both came up from the water gasping for air.

Under the stars, Alec thought Ivey looked like a goddess. Wet hair, clothes and all. His shirt was plastered to his chest showing the toned pecs he had. Ivey smoothed her hair back out of her face, unaware that her soaked blouse had come open. With the first three buttons undone, her black lace bra was the only thing covering the swell of her breasts.

Aching to touch the creamy mounds that taunted him, Alec resisted. Instead, he gathered his wits and got up. He offered his hand to Ivey then helped her up. Standing there they began laughing. Both resembled a couple of drowned rats.

In the pool house, they removed the wet garments and wrapped in plush towels. When Ivey came out Alec was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the heated water. She carefully sat next to him.

Alec looked over at her and smiled then slipped into the water. His towel came undone and floated out behind him. He reached out and took hold of Ivey's hands and pulled her in. Soon as she hit the water her body was pressed against Alec's and captured his lips. Ivey wrapped her arms around his neck getting as close to him as possible. Still, in a fiercely passionate kiss, they sank to the bottom of the pool. Moments later they emerged to the surface for air. Alec looked at Ivey with burning desire. Never had he felt the need to possess a woman so much.

He reached out and caressed her cheek. Ivey closed her eyes indulging in his simple gesture. Then he backed her up against the wall and began devouring her neck with lavish kisses. One hand inched its way down her chest. When he firmly palmed her breast, Ivey allowed a low moan of delight escape. Encouraged Alec pressed his arousal to her abdomen.

Not wanting to relinquish control to Alec, Ivey ducked away from him and swam to the steps. Before ascending, she looked over her shoulder finding him in pursuit.

Grabbing a new towel on the way out of the pool house Ivey headed towards the backstairs to the second floor. Alec merrily followed suit loving the chase. Trying to keep her in sight knowing it would be easy to get lost. He bounded the steps two at a time. He lost her but recognized the hallway as the one where her office, library, and bedroom were.

Alec stopped dead in his tracks taking in the doors. "That's the office...So..." He pointed at each door "Makes you it!" He dashed for the one he thought was hers.

Opening the door he was dazzled by the burgundy walls and Hunter green colors, dark mahogany walls, but the centerpiece was a huge canopy bed that set out from the corner. Upon the satin sheets, Ivey lounged with a come hither look. "What took you so long?" Her voice rang with seduction.

Each step Alec took was deliberately slow. It built the suspense to a higher level of intensity. Once he was within her reach Ivey grabbed the dry towel around his waist and pulled him on top of her. Quickly he braced his fall with his hands on either side of her head. For a long agonizing moment, he watched her. Then he brought his mouth next to her ear and a sound deep in his throat vibrated up into a purr like a cat. Ivey inhaled sharply. Alec had found her weakness. A man that could purr would make her melt every time.

"Something wrong...Love?" He smiled and purred again.

"No...N...Nothing!" She stammered.

"Oh really seems to me something has affected you...could it be..." He purred again as he ran his fingertips across her collarbone. He felt goosebumps form.

Unable to take the torture, Ivey quickly removed his towel and flipped him onto his back. She ran a trail with her tongue from his chest to the tattoo on his stomach. Ivey could feel the quakes in his muscles and smiled inwardly. Prolonging pleasure no more, Ivey straddled him; carefully she lowered herself on him until he entered her. Then she began a rhythm comfortable so her body could adjust to his size until she was able to take in his full length.

Placing her palms on his chest Ivey balanced herself, as Alec took hold of her hips to continue the pace. Ivey threw her head back as her need grew. Her breathing quickened, as did her pulse.

Wanting to see her face as she reached her peak, Alec reversed their position. Now he was on top, controlling the thrusts. He could feel Ivey tighten around him and knew she was close. "Look at me love." He whispered.

The sensual sound of his British accent was what sent her over the edge. Ivey's entire body tensed, her inner muscles spasmed as she cried out in ecstasy. The spasms pulsed around Alec causing him to lose control. Together they soared in such pleasure never known to either until now.

Exhausted Alec collapsed on the bed next to Ivey one arm draped over her waist. "Wow." He managed between ragged breaths.

After a few minutes of stillness, Ivey pulled the extra blanket at the foot of the bed over the both of them. As she lay back down Alec trapped her within his embrace, cuddling up to her. Soon the two were in the depths of slumber.

Chapter 4

Alec woke to the unique ring of his cell phone. Absent-mindedly he answered. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" a voice rang out.

"Huh...Mark?" Mark was an actor Alec had worked with on the film 'Elf Lords'

"Thought we were meeting for brunch? Where are you?" Mark question.

"Shit!" Alec jumped out of Ivey's bed. "I overslept!"

"So open up and let me in."

"Umm... I can't. See I umm...ain't home." He found his clothes clean and folded on the wing-backed chair next to the nightstand.

"Oh, I see ditch me for a one night stand." Mark laughed.

"No man, this is bloody different." He pulled up his jeans and zipper them. "I'll tell you all about it later. Met me...Bloody Hell!"

"What?"

"I don't have my car!" Alec found the note under his cloths and scanned it.

Alec,

Sorry I had to go to the office. You looked so adorable I didn't have the heart to wake you. Housekeeping can have a limo take you to your car.

Ivey

"So where are you?" Mark repeated when Alec didn't answer the first time. "Or did you get that messed up you don't know where you are?" Alec gave Mark Ivey's address.

Mark pulled up to the house as his friend came out. "What you partying at the royal families summer house again?" Mark teased.

During most of their meal, Alec stared right through his friend not hearing a word he was saying. "Hello, earth to Alec. You there?" Mark waved his hand in front of Alec's face.

"Huh...oh...sorry."

"She must be something."

"You have no idea. I met her at that New year's Eve Party..."

"So that's why we couldn't find you. Mark cut in.

"She's...I don't know how to describe her. There are no words. Want to meet her?" My cars at her office."

The two finished their food then headed over to the Peters Investigation Firm.

Ivey stepped out and put on a pair of sunglasses then checked the .9 mm sidearm that was holstered under her right arm. She looked up when she heard her name. "Ivey, love." Alec hurried over to her and gently kissed her cheek and hugged her.

"I see you slept well." Suspiciously she eyed Mark.

"Ivey, Mark Johnsen my good friend. Mark THIS is Ivey."

Mark extended his hand. "A pleasure."

The three walked over to Ivey's SUV. "I'm really sorry for running out on you but I had an important call coming in this morning. Goes with the territory."

"Understandable. When can I see you again?" Alec shut her door after she settled in the seat.

"Honestly it might not be until next week depends on if I can track this guy. I have a few out of town leads I gotta follow."

"Call me then." Alec kissed her once more before she drove away.

Mark slapped Alec on the back. "You're forgiven!" he laughed. Alec slapped him back. "She defiantly seems worth ditching a long-time friend for. So what's her story?'

Alec turned Mark around to face the sign the read: 'Peter's Investigation' "She's the Peters', a private detective."

"You're joking right?"

"Nope!"

Three days Ivey traipsed around the country following her leads trying to stay one step ahead of Sam her CIA rival. Ivey knew he was only doing his job but he was like a thorn in her side. Every time she got a lead it was either a dead end or Sam showed his face and the guy ran. The one advantage she had over Sam was that she had found a Swiss bank account the CIA didn't know about. This account was the one her clients' husband was using.

Finally heading home Ivey was exhausted and ready to give up. She had a few more hours before her flight came into LAX, so she decided to call Alec.

"Hello?" He answered the phone sounding distracted.

"I'm I disturbing you?"

"Ivey, Love!" His tone perked up. "You're back?"

"No, but in about an hour and forty-five minutes I will be." She glanced at her watch. "If I don't see a plane ever again..."

Alec cut her off. "What flight, I'll pick you up?"

"Brittany picks me so that I have...well, let's just say I prefer to have my own vehicle. I still need to call her."

"Well, Taylor's here going over the script for our next movie together. I'm sure I can get him to pick up your car. Home or Office?" He gave Taylor Roads a pleading look.

Taylor Roads, Alec's co-star for Mountain Escape dropped him off at Ivey's of where the bouncy blond Brittany was waiting with keys to Ivey's Lincoln Navigator. After ten minutes of annoying questions from the ditsy blonde, Alec headed to the airport in time to see Ivey walk through the gate.

"You look like shit."

"Well, I missed you too. Alec chuckled at her come back then hugged her. While waiting at the baggage claim, several people approached them asking the young actor for autographs and pictures to be taken with him. He constantly gave Ivey an 'I'm sorry look' A few people questioned who his companion was. Alec wanted to say that it was his girlfriend but wasn't sure how she would handle it. There was even a request to have her in a picture.

Ivey felt bad that she had to decline, but she couldn't have her picture in the paper. The media would eat it up and the publicity would kill her business.

Even though she was tired, Ivey was more hungry. "Dinner? She asked as Alec loaded up her bags in the back of the black SUV.

"Definitely. " the hatch closed with a slam.

They went to a little out of the way restaurant nothing fancy but a place she was sure they wouldn't be mobbed by screaming fans. Ivey paid. On the way out, Alec spoke. "Ivey I know you're probably tired but I'd like to talk with you about something."

Just then her cell rang. She looked at the number. "Shit I gotta take this."

She flipped open the phone. "Talk to me, George."

"I got him!" The male voice of one of her hired detectives said.

"What?" So the locals know?" Ivey hopped in behind the wheel.

"No, I just got the call that he was on a flight back home. Spotted him leaving the airport and now I'm on his tail."

"Damn it!" She looked over at Alec who had a confused expression on his face. She sped out of the parking lot in the direction George gave her.

Ivey was a bit nervous. George advised her that there were two goons with the suspect that were armed and dangerous. She was clear across town and had a civilian with her.

Holding the phone away from her mouth "Alec dear...umm, I don't have time to drop you any place. I have to handle this."

"Then go." He held onto the dashboard as the vehicle turned a sharp curved at high speed. Ivey stayed on the line with George as he continued to give directions, telling her where they were headed.

Chapter 5

Alec went along for the ride in silence. He had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember. Finally, Ivey's driving slowed as she turned down what looked like a deserted alley. She tossed her cell in the back seat and turned the headlights down leaving the dim glow of parking lights. Ivey threw the gearshift into park. Alec watched as she pulled her gun from the back waist of her jeans, he realized that when he hugged her at the airport he didn't feel the pistol. He flinched when Ivey cocked it.

Ivey looked at him in the eyes. "DO NOT get out, do you understand!" She held the collar of Alec's shirt in her fist.

"I got it." He was a little disturbed at the look in her eyes. As a matter a fact he was almost scared.

Ivey got out, gun in both hands aimed at the ground. She cautiously walked to the front of the car and was approached by a tall bulky man. Ivey spoke and gestured to Alec then towards the building in front of them. The two went in different directions. He was not sure how long it had been when Alec looked up and saw a man running across the roof of the building he was watching. Seconds later he saw Ivey run by. He knew it was her because of the high-heeled boots. He was amazed at her graceful movements on such footwear. 'She'd make a great Mystical creature.' He thought to himself.

Several gunshots then rang out through the air causing Alec to jump and reach for the door handle. He stopped himself. "Oh yeah and what are you gonna do you bloody bloke." He said aloud.

A short time later the man Ivey was previously talking to appeared with two men handcuffed. He shoved them in the back seat of his car. When the last one was in Ivey rounded the car tossing a middle-aged man into the sedan. Ivey stepped into the parking lights of her car. She looked in through the windshield at Alec. He watched her gun drop from her left hand and she stumbled. Instantly Alec bolted to her side. She was kneeling on the ground.

"George!" Ivey called, she glanced from George to Alec.

George grabbed Alec's arm. "Get your ass in the car!"

Alec pulled away and went back to Ivey. "Go," Ivey yelled, he reluctantly did as ordered.

As Ivey struggled to get up, the car door opened next to her. One of the thugs was attempting to escape. He got two feet out of the car when Ivey was on her feet after him. She tackled him to the ground, by then George was there with his gun aimed at the guys head. He dragged the guy back to the car.

From inside the SUV, Alec heard the faint sound of sirens. As both Ivey and George ran for their cars. "Fuck. I'll meet you there." She hollered as she pulled away.

Ivey looked in the rearview mirror at her phone in the back seat. "Can you get my phone?"

In silence, Alec handed it to her. "Brit we got him, have her meet us at the office." After hanging up she dropped it into her lap.

Ivey took a quick inhale as she kept one hand on the wheel and tried to remove her blazer. Alec helped remove her arm from the sleeve. "Bloody HELL!"

"Is there an exit wound?"

"You're hurt!" He only stared at her blood-soaked shirt.

"Did it go all the way through?" She screamed as she leaned forward

"Yes."

Ivey managed to drive back across town to her office. As she pulled into her reserved spot a silver bemmer pulled in beside her. "Mrs. Bradford," Ivey stated.

"Where's the bastard?" The middle-aged brunette ordered.

"Inside!" Ivey informed as she struggled to get out of the SUV.

The three walked into the office. Alec kept a close eye on Ivey. His concern for Ivey grew stronger as her movements became more and more sluggish. Her steps were uneven and she began walking as if she had been drinking, as the crimson stain of blood got larger on her white shirt.

Soon as they rounded the corridor Alec saw the three men Ivey and George apprehended. They were all handcuffed and seated at a table in a glass room. Mrs. Bradford rushed in and started screaming at her husband. Two minutes later after slapping him and she came out.

"Do what you want with him!" She handed Ivey a check. "Your bonus." With that, she left.

George approached. "What now boss?"

"Take them in, we're out of it now." Ivey felt light-headed and braced herself on the wall next to her.

Instantly Alec grabbed her around the waist, as her legs collapsed. "We need to get her to a hospital!" He was trying not to panic.

"NO!" Ivey insisted. "Take me home." She looked at George. "Phone..." She flipped out her cell.

Twice Ivey almost fell as she punched numbers into the phone. The third time Alec took the phone because she passed out. Carefully he laid her down as the phone at his ear rang.

"This is Dr. Hackly." A deep-voiced older man said.

"Doctor...umm...I'm calling for Ivey Peters she...was shot..."

"Where are you?" He cut Alec off.

"Her office. She's lost a lot of blood. I need to get her to a hospital."

"NO! I'll meet you at her house, can you get her there?"

"Yes." The doctor hung up leaving Alec with a dial tone.

Quickly he tossed George the phone then scooped Ivey up into his arms. George went ahead of Alec opening the doors. Ivey groaned as she was placed in the passenger seat of her car.

Her eyes opened a little and she whispered. "Home."

"Don't worry love all is taken care of." Alec kissed her forehead.

*

"Put me down!" Ivey voiced her irritation as Alec carried her into the house. He followed the doctor to the kitchen and set Ivey on the counter next to the sink.

The doctor made haste tending to her wound. He carefully removed her shirt and started examining the hole on her right shoulder. Ivey sat there clad in her lace bra. She watched Alec intently wondering if after the events of the night would cause him to think twice about seeking a romantic relationship with her.

She couldn't blame him; her life wasn't something an average person could deal with. Then again she had a bit of hope, he was a celebrity so he could identify with job demands and how they put stress on any relationship. Ivey watched the fear in his beautiful brown eyes fade into concern.

"You'll be fine as always. Just be careful a few days." Hackly informed as he finished tying off the last of the few dozen stitches he placed to close the bullet holes.

After jumping off the counter Ivey tested the shoulder twisting and turning it about. "Thanks, Doc." She gave him a pat on the arm. "Brittany can cut you a check in the morning."

"That's it?" Alec asked with surprise.

"Yep." Ivey smiled at him.

"But..." He began.

"If you took me to the hospital they would have to report it to the cops. See Doc hear can turn a blind eye."

Chapter 6

Doctor Hackly bid a good night with a reminder to Ivey about taking it easy for a few days due to the blood loss, then let himself out. Alec was at a loss he had no idea what to say about everything that had happened.

Scanning the bare skin of her back as Ivey stood rinsing out her blouse he stopped at a long scar on her waist that wrapped around her side. "Where'd this come from?" He traced it gently with his fingertips.

"Ten-inch blade. The jackass missed."

"This one?" His touch moved to a place behind her ear.

"Lead pipe. Put me in the hospital with a concussion for a..." Her words ceased when she felt moist lips on the scar.

Slowly Ivey turned around to face Alec. He trapped her with his hands on the counter she leaned against. "I thought I was somewhat an adrenalin junkie, but you...you're something else." He paused and nuzzled her collarbone.

"Alec!" Ivey pushed him back. "My life isn't..." She didn't know what to say. She wanted to make things easier but she gazed into the brown polls of his eyes and realized she had already lost her heart

"Love, I'll get used to it, not like my life is easy either." He captured her mouth with his.

The passion in the kiss devoured her. Ivey wasn't sure if her dizziness was from the loss of blood or because of the dramatic rise in her body temperature.

Ivey ran her hands under his arm, over his shoulders and laced her finger in the curls of his hair. Alec freed her from the confines of her bra than his hands wandered down to her backside then around her waist. Within minutes both were standing in the kitchen naked. Alec admired Ivey's sculpted body. She was perfect head to toe. An ivory complexion that was blemish free and scars that gave character, lovely long legs that without heels made her five foot nine, two inches short then himself.

To Ivey's surprise, Alec lifted her up and placed her on the cold steel counter. With her there it brought her breasts to almost eye level. Taking one in each hand he kneaded them and suckled her nipples. As his attentions were focused on her his need to consume her intensified as his arousal grew harder. Ivey slid to the edge of the counter; she could feel just the tip teasing her entrance. As she wrapped her legs around his waist Alec pulled her close and she almost came off the counter. In that motion, he plunged fully inside her.

Holding her full weight Alec moved to the refrigerator pressing Ivey against it for support. There he began his wild rhythmic thrusts as she attacked his neck with unbridled kisses and bites.

They were oblivious to everything aside the pleasure consuming their bodies, even Ivey's wound made no matter. Breathing was more labored as the strokes became more and more urgent. Each time Alec filled her she moaned louder. He knew she was close when her legs clasped tighter. The bites on his shoulders were harder. His body responded in earnest, he was on the cusp of losing control when Ivey called out his name. Their eyes locked as they climbed the climax together. The world was perfect in those moments of pure ecstasy and not just physically. Somehow their souls connected on a deeper level. They were now bound together emotionally. Ivey searched his face and found what she had never seen before, hope. Hope surrounded Alec. Ivey lost her heart right then and there. She knew he was different from anyone else.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Ivey slept cradled in the strong embrace of Alec's arms. For the first time in Ivey's adult life, she slept in peace. No reason to be on guard. Her mind was content. She snuggled closer into Alec when he brushed the hairs away from her face.

"What am I going to do with you, love?" He whispered. "You excite a part of me, but you scare the bloody hell outta me was well. I can't stop thinking about you."

Ivey's eyelids fluttered open. "Nor I you."

"I thought you were asleep?"

"And how could a woman sleep with a bloody sexy British voice talking." Alec smiled at her.

"Ivey..." The smile faded. "I wanted to discuss something with you. I have to go to Spain for several months."

"Spain?"

"That's where we're filming parts of the sequel to 'Lies'." Ivey saw the doubt in his expression.

She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a simple kiss. "I'm not going anywhere if that's what you're worried about." She told him. "Now relax and go back to sleep."

*

Over the next two weeks, Ivey and Alec spent as much time with one another as possible. It wasn't easy. Alec had details to go over with his people so that things would go smoothly while he was out of the country. Ivey had several open cases that needed her direct attention. Even though she owned the firm and had other investigators working for her, she was the hands-on type.

Finally, the night before Alec was to leave came. He wanted to make the night special. It would be a long time without getting to see her or touch her. Ivey promised to meet him at his house. They were supposed to share a nice romantic dinner. That was if she could avoid getting any calls.

Twenty minutes late Ivey finally knocked on the front door. When Alec opened the door his jaw dropped. The only time he had seen Ivey in a dress was the night he met her. He started at her feet that were in a pair of two-inch heeled black opened toed shoes with laces up her ankles. No stockings encased her long legs. About mid-thigh is where her mid-night skirt ended. It was form-fitting giving Alec the view of her curved hips. Over her torso, she had a pale pink satin blouse that revealed a hint of black from the bra beneath. Ivey's crystal green eyes sparkled and her shiny blond hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Immediately Alec captured his goddess in a loving embrace. "You look...Wow...I'm...speechless."

"You don't look so bad yourself, LOVE." In the months time that Ivey had known the Brit, she picked up and enjoyed using some of the slang he commonly used.

Alec walked Ivey to the dining room where Chinese take out was set out. Ivey placed a package on the table that he wasn't aware she had.

"What's that?"

"Later." They sat down to eat.

After dinner, the suggestion was made to sit in front of the fireplace in the den. Alec carried their wine glasses as Ivey strolled behind him admiring the view of his cute backside. Before the roaring fire was a black imitation bearskin rug. Alec kicked off his shoes and sat down. Ivey gracefully found a spot next to him.

She handed Alec the box he was curious about. "I know you don't like computers." She said as he opened the laptop. "But this way we can stay in touch more often." Alec gave a groan as Ivey turned it on. "Here is a file that explains how to work it. It's all step by step for you."

Turning it off and setting it aside Alec produced an envelope from the coffee table. "This is for you at any time you can use it." Ivey pulled out an open-ended plane ticket to Spain, first class.

"Ivey..." He turned and gazed into the fire.

There was a long awkward silence. Ivey gently turned his head back to face her. "What's wrong?"

He wanted to look away but she wouldn't let him. Something told Ivey he wanted to talk to her but was afraid to.

Pain was the emotion on his flawless face. "I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to worry about you." His hand roamed inside her shirt and felt the scar of the gunshot wound that marred her shoulder.

Ivey took his hand in hers and held it over her heart. "I promise to be careful. That is if I have a reason to!"

"I..." He paused choosing his words just right, but Ivey quieted him with a finger to his lips. "Another time." She whispered.

With now comfortable silence the two lovers sat before the hearth. They watched the flicker of the flames.

Ivey awoke to the sound of running water. Alec was in the shower. She stealthfully crept to the master bath that connected to the room. Steam bombarded her when Ivey stepped in the door. Pausing she peered through the frosted glass at the wavy figure.

"Good morning, love," Alec announced when he saw her.

Ivey climbed in, his body glistened as the water washed over him. His black curls were matted to his head. Playfully Alec yanked her under the waterfall, she squealed. They shared one last lovemaking session in the shower knowing it would be sometime before they would have physical contact again.

Across the breakfast plates, it was evident that neither wanted to part. So much to say, yet no words to say them. Ivey drove Alec to the airport. Once he checked in and his bags hauled away there were only ten minutes before he had to go through security into the boarding area. Ivey's cell rang, she didn't even look at the ID. She ignored it. Assuming it was unimportant he didn't mention the fact that she didn't answer it.

Seconds later it rang again. She again ignored it. "Aren't you going to get that?"

"No." He thought he heard her voice crack.

Ivey's heart was breaking, every fiber of her being wanted to shout out to him 'I love you.', but she couldn't. A vow prevented it. Years ago she swore never to say those words first.

The time had come. Alec held her close and gave her a deep passionate kiss. "Promise you'll call me when you get in?"

"Of course love, you have my word." With that, he caressed her face and disappeared through the metal detectors.

Chapter 7

The first month of filming Alec did his best to email Ivey every day. Most of the time the emails were short, saying the basic things about how much he missed her and couldn't wait until the weekend to call her. With the time difference sometimes it was hard to actually get to speak. They played a lot of phone tag.

The second month was harder for them to be in daily contact. It was getting longer and longer in between email replies for both of them. Alec knew she had a new case that had her out of town a lot. He had some downtime and decided to call Ivey's office to see if Brittany could give him an idea of what her schedule might be. To his disappointment he was informed that she was out of town and would be for about two weeks.

When filming was finished for that Friday Alec went back to his hotel in a very gloomy mood. Having four days off he had hoped to fly back to see the statuesque Ivey. He longed to feel her in his arms. She still consumed his mind. In the elevator, he remembered the night he saw her for the first time. New Year's Eve on the balcony of the Grand Hotel. The moonlight shone down casting her in a romantic aura. She was breathtaking and at that moment he knew he wanted her. Not own her but in a sense possess her. He knew that he could easily fall in love with the golden-haired goddess.

Resolved with shutting himself up in his suite, Alec decided that he'd continue reading the detective novel he started. Shortly after learning Ivey was a P.I. he got into reading detective stories. At first, it was to see what he could learn about her lifestyle, but soon realized he enjoyed the suspense.

Once inside his room, Alec was hit with the spicy scent of Ivey's perfume. Had he missed her so much that he conjured up her unique smell? Shaking his thoughts he went to the small refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of water. He tossed the room card key on the minibar and picked up his book, then went into the sitting room and plopped down on the couch. Stretching out he got himself comfortable.

Ten minutes later his nose was still overwhelmed by the smell of his beloved's perfume and he couldn't concentrate on his reading. Giving up after several attempts to read Alec decided to order room service. Realizing he'd left the menu in the bedroom, he strode over to the door.

Halting dead in his tracks, there on the queen bed lay his sleeping beauty. Quietly he walked to the edge of the bed. As he reached out to caress her cheek, Ivey assaulted him. Grabbing his wrist she flipped him on to the mattress. He landed with a thud.

"Well nice to see you too, love." He smiled up to the woman that straddled him.

Ivey brought her lips down upon his, smothering him in fiery kisses. Lord, she had missed him.

Breaking contact Alec caught his breath. "Apology accepted." He chuckled then captured her mouth and rolled her over.

There was a look of pain in her eyes as he gazed down in the sparkling green pools. "What's wrong?" He instantly was off of her.

Carefully Ivey rose to a sitting position, she lifted her shirt. It showed an ace-bandage wrapped around her mid-section. Alec completely removed the clothing article for her. "Bloody Hell! What on earth happened?"

"Kinda rolled my truck. Dr. Hackly ordered me a few weeks of R & R."

Ivey's body was covered with multiple bruises and cuts. When Ivey got up he saw the bandage on her back. "And this?" Alec peeled away the gauze.

".45 cal went through my vest and lodged in my shoulder blade."

"So that's why I haven't been able to get a hold of you." He brushed a few blond strands of hair behind her ears.

"Locked in my room in bed with a concussion for three days. Doc was about to have me taken in for a head scan if I hadn't woke up when I did." Ivey rubbed the knot on the back of her skull.

Ivey sat in the middle of a bubble bath Alec drew for her. She allowed him to pamper her, her battered and bruised body relaxed in the hot water as he sponged carefully over her. Keeping it away from the bandage that covered the newest addition to the collection of scars.

Room service arrived so Alec pulled himself away long enough to have dinner brought in. When he returned Ivey was unsuccessfully attempting to wash her hair. Without a word, he began massaging Ivey's scalp avoiding the tender spot.

After an awkward rinsing, he helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in his terry cloth robe. The same one she wore the night they met. Together they went to eat.

Their meal was in silence but Alec watched her every move. He could see she was hiding her pain. With the amount of broken bones and injuries he had sustained over the years, he knew the hurt and discomfort she was dealing with. He wanted to do something for her.

"Tired, love?" He questioned seeing the grogginess in her eyes.

The only response Alec got was Ivey leaning overlaying her head on his shoulder snuggling up under his arm. Alec smiled inward enjoying their closeness even if he couldn't make love to her. That was not so important. Holding her was contentment enough.

He ran his fingers through her wet hair then kissed the top of her head. Ivey made a low muffled sound, something incoherent. Realizing she had fallen asleep, Alec cradled her gently as possible and carried her to bed.

Placing her down Ivey groaned as she rolled over onto her side. Alec stripped down to his boxers then climbed under the covers behind her. Slowly he eased an arm around her and laid there listening to her even breathing of slumber.

Knowing Ivey was out Alec was more able to express his feelings towards her. "I love you!" He whispered. Ivey snuggled closer and he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

Ivey woke the next morning to the sensation of being watched. Her eyelids fluttered opened to a vision of heaven. Alec laid on his side with his head propped on his hand. There was a twinkle in his chocolate eyes and his hair tussled. "Morning love. How did you sleep?'

"Good as one can with broken ribs." She smiled.

"Well, I promise not to break you any more than you already are." He kissed the end of her nose. "You know you're enchanting when you're asleep?" Alec leaned in for a full kiss.

Ivey pushed away. "Well, Elfy someone mumbles in their sleep."

"Elfy?" Alec was shocked at the closeness to the nickname Mark gave him during the filming of one of his movies.

"Isn't that what you were called?"

"Mark called me that. How did you know..." Stopping himself in mid-sentence, he reminded himself she was an investigator. "So what else do you know about me? Someone seems to have done their homework."

There was a knock on his door so Alec rolled out of bed grabbed his pants and headed for the door. Another impatient knock rattled the door. "Bloody hell can't even get my breeches on!" Alec bit out. "This better be good." He swung the door open.

There stood Mark Johnson leaning on the doorframe. The two friends embraced in a hug.

Ivey was happy that her surprise was well received. Alec pointed at Ivey as she made her way out of the bedroom. "You did this."

Chapter 8

"So it's Ivey with the angelic voice." Mark showed his charm. "You okay?" He asked seeing Ivey hold her ribs.

"Just a little accident," Ivey replied. Both men helped Ivey to the couch.

"Little my bloody ass." Alec scolded, "Broken ribs, bullet in the shoulder, unconscious for days. That's not what I call little."

Mark looked totally dumbfounded. "I have a hard head and the bullet was removed thank you very much." She corrected.

"Back up hero, you were shot?" Great concern showed in his powerful blue eyes.

"She's a private detective remember," Alec informed

"No Shit!" Was all Mark could say. After a long pause, he added. "So that's how you were able to track me down."

"Alec told me some of the stories about when you guys worked together and how you haven't seen each other for a while so I did some research made some calls and here we are."

Alec embraced Ivey. "Thank You!"

Ivey excused herself to get dressed. The weather in Spain was still gloomy so she picked out blue jeans, white t-shirt, and black blazer. From behind the closed door moans and groans of Ivey's efforts were heard. Happy to help Alec went to her aid.

Once everyone was ready, the three headed down to the restaurant for brunch. There they mulled over what they would do. Alec had four days free and Mark had three. Ivey had two weeks ordered by her doctor. The decision to do a few days sightseeing was made; with Alec making sure it was understood no wild adventures due to Ivey's injuries.

Soon as they walked out of the restaurant they were mobbed by a pack of fans. Out of instinct, Ivey put herself between the screaming fans and her gentleman companions. Neither one liked her putting herself in harm's way for them. In the midst of all the confusion, several young girls in the back were pushing and shoving eventually had backed the three up to the elevators.

Alec managed to get the up button pressed. He and his older friend signed as many autographs as possible to thin out the crowd. Finally, the metal doors opened. They quickly hopped in Mark pushed their floor as Ivey kept the girls from getting in.

"Geez, that was ridiculous," Ivey commented. She turned to face the doors, rubbing her shoulder.

Alec leaned forward his lips next to her ear. "You okay love?"

"Just peachy."

Entering their suite Ivey proceeded to remove her blazer and Mark spied the blood on her shirt. "Umm...honey, I think you need to sit down." He took her arm and led her to the sofa.

Alec turned at the words. "Bloody hell!" He rushed to her. "It's reopened."

"How bad?" She tried to look over her shoulder after her shirt was removed.

"I don't know?" Using the shirt he daubed at the wound. I think that few stitches broke."

Mark picked up the phone. When the front desk picked up he questioned if there was a doctor in the hotel. While waiting Ivey remained clad in her bra while Alec applied pressure. "No more excitement for you young lady." He teased.

"You think my job is dangerous? I get shot at once in a while; you two get mauled and trampled daily with some of your films."

For three days Ivey, Alec, and Mark traipsed around the country visiting historical places and lots of shopping. Mark was charming and funny it was apparent the kinship he and Alec shared. Alec watched Ivey like a hawk and spoiled her.

Every time she showed an interest in something he wanted to buy it for her. Many times she had to refuse him, but on other occasions, Alec would find a way to return to the shop and buy the item anyway. Mark didn't help matters; he encouraged him by distracting Ivey. The night before Mark had to fly out they returned to Alec's hotel and shared a nice friendly dinner. Chatting over cocktails time went faster than any of them wanted, but the time had come to part ways.

"Well Ms. Peters it has been truly a pleasure getting to know you and I'd have to say if there is a woman that can keep up with this kid it would be you." Mark slapped Alec on the back and kissed Ivey's cheek with a hug.

"You man, take care of her she's a keeper." Ivey blushed as the two friends said their goodbyes promising to talk soon.

Watching the limo drive away Alec wrapped his arm around Ivey's waist as she looked up drowning in his eyes. "Tired?" He asked.

"Not really." They turned and walked back inside.

Upstairs they relaxed on the sofa, watching TV. Ivey felt Alec's breath lightly brush the top of her head where he rested his chin. She was starting to doze into that warm fuzzy floating feeling when Alec spoke her name. Ivey rolled over to face him.

He looked deep into her eyes with a passion stronger than was ever-present before, he caressed the soft skin of her cheek with the back of his hand. Slowly the tender caress ran through her silky waves.

"Ivey." He paused and took a long ragged breath. "I love you!"

Those were the sweetest words she'd heard, she cupped his face. "I love you." Then she covered his mouth indulging in the taste of his lips.

He moaned and the vibration moved throughout her body leaving her nerves with a tingling sensation. Ivey ran her fingers through his curls as she pushed her hips into him. She could feel the full length of Alec's erection.

Alec dislodged himself from Ivey. "I don't want to hurt you."

She didn't respond with words instead freed his shirt from his pants. Encouraged Alec sat up allowing her to completely remove it and tossed it to the side. Ivey placed her palms on his chest. His skin was soft and hot to the touch; her hands trembled.

She had never made love before with the man so beautiful, it was as if he were sculpted by angels, this time was different. Alec had confessed his love for her and she hers for him. Their relationship had now been taken to a higher level. He accepted her for who she was, he knew her job was dangerous. In spite of the obstacles with her job he still loved her. Not wanting to cause more pain Alec coaxed Ivey to the bedroom. The soft mattress would be more comfortable. Walking backward with her hands in his Alec watched her and imagined the things he wanted to do to the woman that stole his heart.

Once his legs hit the foot of the bed Alec pushed the buttons of Ivey's blouse through the holes at an agonizingly slow pace. Carefully he slid the material over her shoulders and down her arms. He trapped her wrists in the sleeves holding her against him. Then he started an assault of kisses down her neck across her collarbone and over the tender tops of her breasts that peeked outside of her bra.

Ivey tossed her head back arching her body into him more. She let out a shaky breath that she hadn't realized she was holding. If it were not for Alec's arms around her waist Ivey would have collapsed. Her knees went weak as his tongue trailed a path to her navel. When he reached the dimple Ivey squealed almost jumping out of her skin. That was one of her most ticklish spots.

Nuzzling the valley between her glorious globes he unfastened the hooks to release her bosom. Ivey finally got her hands out of the cuffs then slid her hands down Alec's back then back up raking her nails on the baby soft skin. A moaned deep in his throat found its way out.

Time and time again they roamed each other's bodies exploring every curve and valley. The prolonged penetration inflaming the passion intensifying their desire. Several times one or the other backed off or slowed down before the other was driven into oblivion.

Ivey found herself looking up from the flat of her back into the loving deep brown eyes she so admired, as Alec impaled her. She devoured his full length. They molded together becoming as one.

Complete bliss overwhelmed them. Tremors pulsed back and forth as they climbed peaks never known before. Waves of ecstasy flooded every pore. Many times over the two lovers soared through the heavens until exhaustion took over and Alec collapsed more than satisfied on the bed next to his beloved.

Many times throughout the night Alec awoke just to watch Ivey. To him, she was the most beautiful, elegant and strong woman he had ever known. For the first time in his life, he was content. Now the first rays of golden dawn crept in around the heavy curtains as he listened to the slow even breaths as she slumbered.

Ivey laid with her head cradled on his bare chest and an arm draped over his waist. Alec leaned his head up and kissed the top of hers. "I love you." He whispered.

Mumbling incoherently Ivey snuggled closer. The pager on the nightstand began vibrating. Ivey rolled over and grabbed it then looked at the number. "Geezus," Ivey growled.

"Who is it, love?' Alec nibbled her shoulder.

"MMM...when you do that, who cares." She turned back over to face him.

Alec yanked the sheet up over them, then began a playful assault on the naked body of Ivey's causing her to burst out in giggles before nipping at her lower lip. She pulled away in an attempt to tease him. He held her. When he tried again she grabbed the sheet and escaped the bed. Leaving Alec with nothing but his glorious arousal.

The end of the sheet was within his grasp so Alec retrieved the corner, tugged it forcing Ivey to come back to him. Once within reach Ivey dropped the sheet and went into the bathroom. Hearing the shower Alec followed suit. He was not about to let his delicious prey get away.

Under the flow of hot water, the two created their own steam, as they again made love

This was Alec's final day before having to go back to the set. He wanted to spend as much of it having fun. He stepped onto the rug and wrapped a towel around his waist, just as he heard the snap and then the sting of a washcloth on his rear. Quickly spinning around Ivey stood in the tub with an evil grin plastered across her face.

"I see how it's gonna be." He grinned back as he gathered up all the towels and the two robes and rushed out the door.

"Oh no, you don't!" Ivey called out in pursuit.

Alec tossed the stuff in his arms on the bed. Before he had a chance to turn around Ivey tackled him to the mattress. She sat on the small of his back and proceeded to tickle his sides. Alec managed to wiggle his way around to lay on his back.

Now in a better position, he could fight back. He grabbed Ivey's waist but couldn't get the leverage to flip her off him. She pinned his arms above his head and leaned down. "Give?" She asked as her wet hair dripped in his eyes.

"Not bloody likely." He captured her mouth.

Alec's passion managed to make Ivey let up the hold she had on his arms giving him now the opportunity he wanted. Unexpectantly Ivey was trapped under his magnificent form. They rolled around teasing each other until Ivey's pager went off again. She sat up. Without even looking at the number she picked up her cell. Alec rested his chin on her good shoulder as she waited for someone to pick up.

"Brittany, what's going on?" Alec could only hear the one side of the conversation. "George can handle it. I'm on vacation." Her tone gave away her annoyance. She hung up.

'Playtime is over.' Alec thought when Ivey rose from the bed and strode over to the dresser. They both dressed and then took turns primping in front of the mirror.

Chapter 9

After a nice leisurely brunch, the two lovebirds walked the streets window-shopping. They spent hours holding hands and stealing kisses. They shared a quaint late lunch at a sidewalk café.

"You keep looking at your watch," Alec stated. "Cinderella going to turn into a pumpkin?" He laughed.

"Maybe if I were Cinderella...or maybe...I'm the fairy godmother with something up my sleeve."

"Oh and what might that be, love?" he placed tantalizing kisses up her arm.

"You Brits ever get enough?" She brushed him away.

"Making love to you was the reason I was born," Alec responded knowing her comment referred to sex. "We were made for one another."

"As a matter of fact love, we are going to be late."

"Late?" He was confused. "For what?"

"Something!" Ivey hailed a cab as Alec paid for the meal.

Thirty minutes ticked by before Alec saw a small airstrip come into view. He looked at Ivey wondering what she had planned. She knew he had to be back to work early in the morning so a long trip was out of the question. The last four days they hadn't been separated therefore it was planned before coming to Spain. He was baffled.

When the taxi rounded the back of the hanger Alec spotted the single-engine prop plane. On the ground were two packs. "You're joking right?" Aware now skydiving was on the menu.

Ivey paid the driver and they got out. They were greeted by a man that spoke English with a thick Spanish accent.

"Ms. Peter's good to meet you!" They shook hands. The man was practically drooling over Ivey.

Jealousy seeped in so Alec needed to make his presence known. "Nice to meet you, I'm Alec."

"Shall we get started?" The man asked.

"You have done this before, yes?"

Both answered, "Yes."

While helping Ivey into her harness, Alec contemplated backing out. She had broken ribs that he was sure still weren't healed enough for something like this. His male pride, however, wasn't allowing him to say no.

The noise of the engine made it hard to hear a conversation so they watched out the window. Ivey glanced over at the man she loved. He was the only man willing to jump out of a perfectly good plane with her. He was just as much of an adrenalin junkie as she was.

The pilot yelled over the roar of the engine "Two minutes."

Alec opened the door. "Ladies first." The wind rushed in making it even harder to hear.

Ivey stepped up to him. "No, I insist."

When the pilot shouted again Alec kissed the tip of Ivey's nose. She grabbed both upper arms, he held on to her as they tumbled out together. The sensation of free-falling was pure exhilaration. To slow their decent they when spread eagle with their fingers interlocked.

The altitude gage strapped to Alec's wrist indicated they had only another hundred feet to open their chutes for a safe landing.

"You first," Ivey said pointing to the ripcord. Alec shook his head wanting her to pull first.

At the fifty-foot mark, Ivey purposely went into a nosedive, causing her to hurl faster toward the earth. Alec watched the altitude gage and Ivey. When he hit twenty-five feet below the safety zone he deployed his chute. Seconds later her canopy appeared, she had to have been at least forty or more feet below him.

It wasn't long before they both had their feet on solid ground. Alec charged her. "People call me nuts. Have you lost your mind?" He was sure if he was mad at her or amazed at her daringness

"Now that was one hell of a ride." Ivey jumped and wrapped her limbs around his body.

"You're insane!"

"Not insane just crazy!" Ivey laughed as she detached herself.

"But are you crazy enough to marry me?"

On the ride back to the hotel Alec tried to reason out why Ivey didn't answer his question. The best he could come up with was that she was shocked. He knew they had known each other for about four months but he couldn't see his life without her in it. Or there was the possibility Ivey thought he was joking with his marriage proposal.

Sure it wasn't how he wanted to pop the question it just slipped out. If this was the case the new problem was how to get Ivey to realize that he was serious, he truly did want to marry her. Alec's mind drifted in thought. Ivey was a very passionate woman but wasn't a hopeless romantic like most, she was practical. He had the need to make this a night to remember. Digging deep into his memories of everything he had done for previous girlfriends. He was limited on time and resources and enlistment of people was in order.

They walked into the hotel with their arms around each other like lovesick teenagers. When in the elevator Alec pressed Ivey up against the wall. "I love you." He whispered in her ear in the sexiest voice he had. It took all the strength he possessed not to take her right there. No woman had affected him physically or mentally as Ivey did. Every time he looked at her he wanted to touch her.

The approach to the suite revealed the ringing of the telephone. Quickly he opened up and caught the call before it was hung up. "Hello?"

"Mr. Beaumont?" A young female voice inquired.

"Yes."

"This is Ashley at the front desk; we have a package that was delivered earlier today."

Alec thanked her and informed her he would be down to get it.

Ivey was in the bedroom rummaging through her clothes. "I've got messages waiting for me I need to get."

Ivey gave him a peck on the cheek. "Okay, I'll be in the shower." Alec kissed her back.

Downstairs Alec picked up his package that was from a high-class jewelry store. He opened the small blue velvet box to inspect his luxurious purchase. Once comfortable Alec turned on his charm with the cute brunette behind the desk.

He explained what his situation was but wasn't sure what could be done in such a short time. Ashley was more than willing to help plan a romantic evening. Ashley had some wonderful ideas so he left everything in her capable hands, then hurried back upstairs.

Alec found Ivey in the bathroom blow-drying her hair. He sat up on the counter next to her and she smiled at him. The dryer went off and she spoke. "Hungry?"

"For you, love." He licked his lips and then pulled open her robe tugging her over to stand between his legs.

Ivey draped her elbows on his shoulders and clasped her fingers behind his head.. "Sweetheart I love you but you need a shower."

Alec shed his shirt instantaneously. "Too bad you already took one we could re-enact this morning." He finished disrobing then turned on the water.

Needing to waste as much time as possible Alec lingered in the shower until the water ran cold. As he slid aside the curtain he saw Ivey at the mirror brushing her hair. She hadn't gotten dressed; she stood there in black lace undergarments.

"So can I have dessert before my dinner?" He ran his hands over her taut stomach and watched her in the looking glass.

"I was always taught that only good boys that finish their dinner get dessert.' Ivey teased.

"I guess I'll have to get dressed so we can get to the restaurant sooner than later."

Ivey was confused when Alec didn't continue down to the hotel restaurant. He turned down the corridor that led to the swimming pool. The sight was breathtaking. As soon as she crossed out to the pool patio Ivey was amazed. The huge pool was covered with an elegant crimson color sheer canopy. Floating on the surface were lots of red and white candles. The flames flickering cast a romantic glow that added to the clear sky full of stars. Set before the pool was a single table arranged for two. Alec took her hand, bowed and kissed her knuckles. Once seated, waiter after waiter appeared first with wine than with salad. The night could not have been more perfect.

Stars danced in Alec's eyes, he was nothing but smiles. His beautiful teeth shone immaculately under the moonlight. He was sweet, romantic and attentive. "When did you have all this setup?"

"You my love have your ways and I have mine." He enjoyed teasing her. The frustrated look on her face was intoxicating.

Ivey was still stunned at the efforts taken on Alec's part. She knew he had a romantic side that countered her practicalness. The whole setting was something out of a movie, something that never happened to a woman like her. Ivey was a realist. Romance was never in the picture until this man walked up and kissed her. Now she found herself in a fairy tale that she couldn't comprehend. Lost in her thoughts she didn't hear Alec speaking.

"Love?"

"I'm sorry."

"Would you care to take a stroll?" He offered his arm.

Ivey tried to play the demur type. Something very much out of character for her. A part of her loved the attention but she also felt awkward. She was so unsure of how to respond and was nervous.

Alec walked around the pool to the end with the elaborate cascading waterfall. Behind the waterfall was an alcove large enough for the two of them to fit comfortably. Alec removed her shoes then his own. Carefully he guided her into the space on the rocks.

Once sitting her looked deep into her crystal green dazzling eyes and held both her hands in his. "Ivey my love it has been four months since the night on the balcony of the Grand Hotel." He paused. "Your beauty and elegance touched me. You then intrigued me, then your passion consumed and stole my heart. I was serious this afternoon. Would you make me the happiest man and honor me by becoming my wife?"

Ivey stared at him. "I... yes." Her voice cracked and came out just above a whisper. She was shocked. "I didn't think you meant it this afternoon. I..." Alec stopped her words when he pulled out the blue velvet box and opened it. "Bloody Hell!!!" Ivey screamed when she saw the three-carat diamond and platinum ring. The large diamond was surrounded by several small green and yellow diamonds: green was her favorite color and yellow being his.

"I take it you like it?" Alec slid the ring on the finger of her left hand.

"I love it. I love you!" Ivey launched at him causing then to go through the waterfall and into the pool.

There plunge in sent a wave that doused several floating candles. When they emerged to the surface Ivey clung to Alec's neck with his arms around her. She held her hand out admiring the rock on her finger, while Alec eased them back under the falls.

Alec stroked her blond locks back out of her face revealing the gleam in her eyes. His eyes locked on hers and as always he was mesmerized. Time stood still when he was with her, his soul felt complete as never before. Alec would be willing to die for this woman; he wanted to give her the heavens if it were possible!

The End

Dreams Come True

Chapter 1

Toni sat at her desk with the usual grind of a Monday afternoon. Life at thirty-four years old had not turned out to be what she expected to be. Divorced by the age of twenty-seven, on her own with two kids. One a special needs child no less. Now life was endless appointments of therapy and shrinks. She needed to stay home full time with the kids but with no other income, she couldn't. Let alone have a social life.

As a child, the brown-haired and green-eyed girl dreamed of working with celebrities. She never wanted to be in the spotlight, she wanted to be the one behind the scenes. Every job she had had she was always given high praise for organizational skills and her attention to detail. But it seemed that fate had a different life in store for Toni.

As Toni left her office for the break room, she could hear everyone talking about his or her weekend. What they did and the people they hooked up with. Toni gave a sigh of self-pity, with one Autistic child she never got out. In the last three years, she had not been out on a date or even out with a friend. Truth be told Toni didn't have any friends.

Back in her office, Toni noticed one of her people sent her an interoffice e-mail. It was from one of the new girls.

Toni,

I have this account I'm not sure what to do with. The guy verified all his information, but still says it isn't his account. Can you see what you can do? Account #813561-4

Thank you

Nicole

Nicole was new to the world of debt collections and still was unsure of a lot of things. Toni in her five years of experience that there were a few possibilities but running a credit report was going to be necessary.

Within five minutes Toni had a hard copy of the credit report in hand, the account pulled up on her computer and the phone was ringing on the other end.

"Hello?" Came a rough voice after the third ring.

"Mr. Harrison?" She asked

"Yes? Who is this?" The man questions

"This is Toni O'Reilly from Account Recovery; you spoke to one of my representatives earlier." Toni started

"Yeah, I tried telling the girl I never had an account with that credit card company."

"Mr. Harrison that is why I'm calling, to help you straighten this out. First I need to revivify some information to make sure that Nicole covered everything here."

Toni went over everything she needed, and the information did match up to his. She then went over his credit report, which revealed several other accounts that Mr. Harrison had no knowledge about.

"I have to ask." Toni was a little hesitant to ask her question. She hated this question. "Do you know anyone that would commit identity fraud against you?"

"What?"

"Identity fraud is when someone uses your inform..."

Harrison cut her off. "I know what it is."

"Usually it is a family member or friend that does this, and it doesn't take long to figure out who." She explained.

"Well there is my ex-wife, but she wouldn't have any reason to do it.

"I'm going to cut to the chase I need to get the big picture." She paused. "I have to ask are you the actor, Dean Harrison?" She waited for him to respond.

With a long sigh, he finally answered. "Yes."

"Then Mr. Harrison that would explain things. Celebrities are big targets for this sort of thing. What I need from you at this point is to fax me a simple statement saying that this is not your account you never opened it. In the meantime, I will get all the information on the card including the application and purchases made. Once I have everything in front of me, I'll call you back. Is this a good number to reach you at?"

"Let me give you my cell phone, that's usually the best way to get a hold of me." Dean gave Toni his cell and Toni gave him her direct fax number. After that, she pleasantly bid him good-bye.

*

Toni sat at her desk staring at her computer screen, the sound of Dean's sultry voice still ringing in her ears. It wasn't until now that she realized how lonely she had been over the last three years. Shaking her thoughts Toni reached for the phone. "Sarah, I need you to get the paperwork on an account for me." She said to her file clerk. "Account number 813561 _-4."_

"Yes, ma'am I'll do it right now," Sarah replied.

It wasn't but a few minutes when Sarah was knocking on the office door. "Ms. O'Reilly?"

"Come in."

"Here's the file you wanted. I have to ask you...you really think this is THE, Dean Harrison?"

"Yes, why?" Toni quirk an eyebrow.

"Another fraud case?"

"Usually this is the case." Toni took the file. Just then the fax machine went off.

Sarah walked over to it then handed the single page that came out. "It's from him."

Walking out of the office Sarah gave a slight smile. Toni inspected the statement from Dean, it was very professionally written.

Date: April 12, 2004

Subject: Requested Statement

Ms. O'Reilly

You requested a statement from me regarding our phone conversation. As I explained on the phone, I have never had an account with Capital Mountain Credit. I have no knowledge of such an account or anyone that would open an account in my name using my information.

I would like to make a request of my own. If you could please give me a copy of the credit report, you have on me.

Sincerely,

Dean Harrison

A long sigh came from Toni's lungs. She hated this sort of thing. People could be such asses. How could they think they could get away with identity fraud? Quickly she flipped through the file to find the application to compare signatures. It was obvious to Toni that they weren't the same people. She began dialing Dean's number again.

On the first ring, he answered. "Hello?"

"Mr. Harrison, Toni O'Reilly again."

"Hi, did you get my fax?" He questioned.

"Yes, thank you for sending it so soon. I compared your signature on the fax with that of the one on the contract. It looks to me as it would be fraud...."

"What do I need to do now?"

"Well I can give you copies of the stuff I have, and you can file a report of identity fraud with the police department. They will open an investigation. I do have to warn you that the person responsible is very seldom caught unless it is a friend or family member." Toni had a tone of sympathy in her voice.

"I'd like to get it started as soon as possible...."

Toni cut him off "You can send someone down to my office to get copies." She gave Dean the address.

*

It was almost time for Toni to leave for the day when Sarah peeked her head in. "There is a gentleman here to see you." She opened the door to reveal Dean Harrison standing behind her.

Instantly Toni stood. "Mr. Harrison, you didn't have to come down here yourself. You could have sent an assistant or someone." She extended her hand to him, and he shook it.

Dean noted the firm confident way she greeted him, but yet she oozed femininity. She was beautiful, stood about five foot eleven in heels. Long brown hair with touches of red and pools of crystal green eyes.

"Mr. Harrison please have a seat." She gestured to a leather wing back chair that sat in from of her large mahogany desk.

Toni leaned against her desk as she picked up a file and opened it. "If you look here you can see the differences in the signatures. She was about to hand the papers to Dean when she realized that he was leaning on the desk next to her. He smelled of a soft scent of aftershave that was intoxicating. She looked up at him and their eyes locked. Toni found herself staring into a pair of icy blue seductive eyes.

Dean's shoulder brushed Toni's, her blood ran hot. Suddenly the room temperature increased ten degrees. Something about this man clad in all black sparked something deep inside her soul. He had an aura about him that radiated confidence and something else she couldn't put her finger on.

Lost in his eyes Toni didn't realize that Dean was speaking to her. "I'm sorry what did you say?" She shook the daze from her mind.

"So now all I need to do is file a report?"

"That is one thing you need to do yes." Toni walked towards her office door, putting distance between herself and the magnificent man. "Unfortunately, I have some things to take care of or I would sit down and help you figure out who has done this to you. I can, however, give you copies of everything I have."

Toni opened the door "Sarah can you make copies of this before you go for Mr. Harrison!"

"Please call me Dean." He insisted

Suddenly Toni felt lightheaded. Her vision blurred and she stumbled. If not for Dean's fast reflexes she would have ended up on the floor. Held by Dean's arm around her waist and one on her elbow Toni was guided to the chair. Dean knelt down beside her and noticed her porcelain complexion was even paler then moments ago, and her breathing was weak.

"What happened?" Sarah questioned stepping into the office with fresh copies from the copier.

"I don't know, she almost fainted!" Dean informed her with a concerned tone.

Sarah knelt on the other side of Toni's as Toni did her best to compose herself. "Toni O'Reilly, I told you this would happen!" she chastised.

Dean gave her a confused look. "You going to be ok?" he asked.

"I'll be fine," Toni announced with irritation as she stood.

Toni went to her desk. She gathered her things then looked up at the two standing across the room. "Sarah, I have to pick up my kids. You get Mr. Harrison what he needs..." Dean glanced at Toni's left hand confirming what he thought he had seen before. No wedding ring.

"Excuse me Mr. Harrison but I have to be going. If you need anything else, you have my number." With that Toni left.

Both Sarah and Dean stood there a moment until Dean spoke. "Is she going to be ok?"

"Yes and No." Dean followed her to the outer office. "She's going to put herself in the hospital. She works too hard and has so much to deal with at home." Sarah's voice cracked as though she was trying not to cry.

Sitting on the love seat Sarah looked at Dean. "I shouldn't be telling you this, I'm sorry." She paused before going on and Dean listened carefully. "Toni is a wonderful person and doesn't deserve what life has dealt her. Not long after she divorced her ex-husband, he up and disappeared. That left Toni with an Autistic son and an angry and confused daughter. In the last three years, Toni has been trying her best to keep working and take care of both the children. Shrinks, therapist, and counselors that's what her life is. She lives for those kids. She has no time to take care of herself. I'm one of the only people she trusts to be able to watch her kids, outside the special daycare she has."

"What are you doing tonight Sarah?" Dean cut in.

"What?"

"Are you busy or could you watch her kids tonight, while I take her out to dinner?"

"I.. umm.. I could do it but I don't think she would. That's how she is."

"Well, then we don't let her say no." He gave Sarah a wink. Toni walked back in.

Toni had a puzzled look when she saw the two sitting close to each other. "I forgot something."

She popped into her office then back out only long enough for Dean to stand. "Ms. O'Reilly...Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?" His voice rang through her ears like a sultry song in the wind.

"I can't I'm sorry."

Sarah shot up. "I can pick up Tiffany and Trevor and take them to my house for the evening...it wouldn't be a problem."

"I..." Toni began

"Then it's set!" Dean smiled. Sarah was already writing down Toni's address for him.

Chapter 2

Sitting on the edge of her bed Toni stared at the meager contents of her closet. She dropped her head into her hands with a long sigh. What am I going to wear, he's an actor for crying out loud, she thought to herself? Quickly she grabbed the phone and punched in Sarah's number.

"Hello?"

"Sarah, did he mention what we were going to do?" Toni sounded panicked.

"Calm down. I don't think he had anything major in mind, but for you to relax. I'm sure casual is fine if that's what you are worried about. Your black jeans and pink sweater are good." Sarah said with a sugary tone.

Rifling through her closet Toni ask, "How are the kids?"

"They are fine. Looking in the fridge for dinner." She stated then handed the phone to the youngest, Trevor.

Toni talked to her children, as she got dressed. It was 6:30 pm and Dean was going to be there at 7:00 pm. In the bathroom, it took only a few minutes to touch up her face. She chose to leave her hair the way it was, swept up in the back by a big clip. Once out in the living room, Toni looked around and felt knots form in her stomach then hurriedly began picking things up that the kids had left out.

The call box buzzed indicating Dean was at the front entrance of her apartment building. She ran to the box by her door and buzzed him in. She rushed back to her room for her shoes. Halfway back down the hall a knock at the door came.

"Shit!" She hollered as she hopped to the door, one shoe on and the other in her hand. She opened the door as she fidgeted with her final shoe.

"Hi," Dean said with a grin. Toni stared open-mouthed. He stood there with a small bundle of yellow roses and a brown bag. "These are for you." He handed the flowers over. "Dinner and a movie, Chinese?" He held up the bag.

"I... umm." She didn't know what to say. A long moment of awkward silence passed before she tried to speak again. "Please come in."

Dean followed her into the kitchen, as he listened to the click of her heels and watched the sway of her hips. He liked how her jeans framed her perfect backside. Slowly his gaze moved up her back and wondered how long her hair really was.

"You can put that on the table, while I put these in water," Toni said over her shoulder.

From the bag, Dean pulled out a DVD and a bottle of wine. "Red?" He asked.

"I hope you like red wine?" Toni's eyes went wide. Dean saw something that resembled fear.

The confused look on his face prompted her to speak. I just..." She went to the cabinet for glasses

*

The two settled on the sofa after eating. "I brought a movie if you want to watch it." He handed her the DVD of 'Lies.'

"Isn't one of your ex co-stars in this?" She asked popping it into the player.

"Alec Beaumont." He chuckled.

Instead of sitting back on the couch Toni sat on the floor close to Dean's legs. She reached for her cell phone and started dialing Sarah's number for the third time. "Ever the protective mother." Dean teased.

"I'm sorry I...Hello Sarah."

Dean could imagine what Sarah was thinking.

"How are the kids?"

"Fine, now would you stop worrying. They are getting ready for bed."

"Let me talk to them."

Toni spoke to each of them. She explained that they could call anytime after begging to spend the night. Dean watched her carefully; her tone was sweet and loving. However, his gaze was set on her bare neck and continued to think about letting her hair out.

"So, they are sleeping over!" He stated when Toni hung up. "You can now let your hair down and relax."

"I'm sorry I'm not very good company. I understand if..."

Dean cut her off "you need to relax and forget about your problems for one night." He reached over and started massaging her shoulders. Taking the opportunity Dean removed the clip from Toni's brown locks. She had long full curls that tumbled upon the cushion behind her. Beautiful he thought to himself.

"So, tell me about your kids." Dean tried prompting conversation.

"My son is five, daughter ten." Toni positioned herself to face Dean. "They've had a hard life. Their father..." She looked away.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He placed a comforting hand on her arm.

The movie played on as they sat in silence. More than once Dean caught Toni stealing glances at him. He could tell she was more relaxed, possibly because of the wine. It really didn't matter she was not worrying or stressing out. Something he gathered from her assistant she rarely did, relax!

Dean scooted down next to her. Their eyes locked. Toni thought that she was going to lose her dinner right then. The look in Dean's eyes couldn't be miss interpreted. He wanted to kiss her. She felt like running away, but she also wanted to grab him and plant a kiss of her own.

Her eyes fell to his lip, as his tongue slid out to moisten them, oh how she wanted to taste them. A sharp inhale filled her lungs with air when she felt his hand caress her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into his palm.

"Toni, I want to kiss you. You won't run away if I do will you." He whispered so close to her lips that she could feel the tickle of his breath. Her heart jumped up into her throat and caused her to gasp.

It was in that second, he took the chance and brought his lips down. So many things rushed through Toni's mind. His aftershave tingled her old factory senses. His tender touch inflamed her skin. Dean wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap. Soon as her body came in contact with a low moan escaped.

Toni's hands kneaded at his chest through his shirt. Tempted, she wanted to feel his flesh, but she resisted. She could never be so aggressive. Images of Dean taking her right then and there flooded her brain. It was then her body tense.

Dean picked up on her instant hesitation and pulled back. "I'm sorry I should have never done that."

Toni threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Honestly I wanted you to." She whispered in his ear.

"You're an intriguing woman Ms. O'Reilly, but I think I had better go before something happens that we both will ultimately regret." Toni got up, somewhat disappointed but then also relieved.

Together they walked to the door. "I would love to see you again," Dean said hoping to get a good response.

Shyly Toni smiled and replied. "I'd like that." She gave him a long lingering hug and then watched him walk down the outer hallway.

Chapter 3

Early the next morning Toni walked the front path to Sarah's house. The door flew open and her son stormed out straight for her. Practically jumping in her arms. "Mommy." Toni held her son as though she hadn't seen him in years. "Can we sleepover at Aunt Sarah's again?"

"We'll see but you right now you have to get ready for school."

*

Sarah was already at the office when Toni arrived. "Well,...you didn't say anything at the house...so?" She was eager to find out how Toni's night with Dean went.

"What?" Toni acted like she didn't know what Sarah was talking about. Just then her phone rang. Saved by the bell Toni thought. Rushing she answered if before her voice mail picked up.

"O'Reilly here." She bit out.

"Ouch, someone not sleep well?" A male voice teased.

"Mr. Harrison, I apologize." Toni was completely professional.

It was then she saw the dozen pink roses on her desk and almost dropped the phone. "Hello? You still there?" Dean called.

"Are these from you?" She asked as she sat behind her desk. Her face beamed.

"When do you take lunch?" he asked.

Lunch what was that, Toni never really took one. Suddenly Sarah was by her side trying to hear the other end of her conversation. Toni did her best to shoe her away.

"It changes all the time; I can't guaranty when I can take lunch."

"Ok would you like to have lunch with me?" he asked.

"Yes, I'd like to but..."

Dean stopped her. "Alright, then I'll take care of everything. Just don't eat until you hear from me, ok?"

"Um...ok" Toni was confused but intrigued at the same time.

"So, what did he want?" Sarah drilled when she hung up.

"Lunch, now will you leave so I can get to work."

After Sarah left Toni looked at the card that came with the flowers.

Toni,

I enjoyed last night and would love to see you again.

Dean

Toni smiled to herself and put her fingers to her lips remembering their first kiss. She could almost feel it.

It was 1:30 in the afternoon and Toni was starving. She had been in the training room doing monthly evaluations for a better part of the day and now headed back to her office. Opening the door Toni was surprised by the sight that was displayed before her. The carpet in front of her desk was covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth. A wicker picnic basket sat in the middle of it and on her desk were two white candles.

"Hello, beautiful." Toni recognized Dean's sexy voice, then spun around to see him leaning against the door frame. His legs were crossed at the ankles and his arms folded over his chest. God, he was a magnificent thing to look at.

Dean sauntered towards her. Instantly the blood in her veins heated and butterflies flitted in her stomach. This was becoming a habit, every time she found herself in the same room as Dean Toni got weak in the knees and nauseous.

Time went faster than Toni would have liked. Over fried chicken Dean had her laughing with his stories from the set of one of his films. Toni found herself watching his luscious lips, she wanted so much to taste them again.

"Dean..." Toni averted her eyes.

When she looked up again, he was looking directly at her mouth. Simultaneously they slowly leaned towards each other. So slow that Toni's body ached to be touched. Dean glanced from her wonderful lips to her sparkling eyes. He wanted to ravish her if he didn't, he thought he would burst.

Seconds seemed like minutes. They lingered on until contact was made. Gently he requested access with his tongue tracing her delicate lips. Finally, she granted his wish and opened to him. He explored her mouth as though it were the sweetest nectar to be savored.

Dean ran his fingers over Toni's neck pulling her closer to him. Raw passion then exploded between them as if they couldn't get enough. Toni suddenly pulled away. Dowsing the fire, she remembered where they were.

"When can I see you again?" Dean inquired.

"I... uh... this weekend?" Toni's mind was still fogged by the kiss.

Once standing Dean extended his hand offering to help Toni up off the floor. He folded her in his embrace. Nuzzling her ear, he whispered, "You are an amazing woman." Blush was all Toni could do.

This man-made her yearn for things long forgotten. Emotions surfaced that she thought would never see the light of day again. All this was perfect, but did she dare bring a man into her crazy life?

Agreeing on Friday night at 7 O'clock Dean would pick her up for dinner. Bidding her good-bye, he stole one last kiss with a hug. Even though he didn't want to leave Toni, he knew he had to let her get back to work. They finally exchanged home numbers, with Dean promising to call her before Friday.

*

Submerged in a daydream Toni peered out her office window. It was only Tuesday and already she itched for the weekend. The remained of the week would drag out for an eternity. Knowing him two days she had seen him three times. This last one leaving her missing him. Sparks were there between them no doubt. Sparks that still had her tingling inside.

Wednesday and Thursday were the usual days of work, shrinks, and counselors. One thing made Toni smile and that was when Dean called Thursday evening. During their two-hour conversation, they discovered many things they had in common. Most importantly Dean learned of Toni's childhood desire to work with celebrities.

It was cute the way she was shy about the career she wanted. He could tell she was nervous talking to him about it. Dean thought either she figured it was a silly dream or that because he was a star himself.

She should be in the business Dean told himself. After more though he bet she could even be a supermodel if she wanted. Behind the scenes was more her style. 'The woman behind the man' Dean was shocked at his final thoughts.

Chapter 4

Toni left work a little early Friday; she wanted to look her best for her date with Dean and knew that she didn't have anything to wear out to dinner. She wanted to empress him. Even though she knew he was out of her league she had to at least try. Bloomingdale's was Toni's choice. They would have something, even though she couldn't afford it. She knew if she was careful returning it was a possibility that could work.

An hour into the shopping she began getting discouraged. Nothing looked right or fit right. When about to give up Toni spotted the perfect dress. The crushed velvet cocktail dress was the one. It's burgundy color and strapless heart-shaped bodice fit like a glove. A short hem showed off her long legs. Toni reluctantly changed back into her own clothes and set out to find the accessories she needed.

Back home Toni took a long bubble bath before the kids got home. Sarah had agreed to pick the kids up from the daycare to give her some time for her shopping. Toni was enjoying the quiet, something her apartment never had unless everyone was asleep.

Five o'clock came with the stampeding of footsteps. "Mommy, mommy," Trevor yelled up the hall.

Toni stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a thick terry cloth robe. "Hi, sweetie." Trevor jumped into her arms with Tiffany next.

Each taking turns the kids explained how their days were. Toni looked at all the school papers and then began helping with homework while making dinner.

"Toni it's six you only have an hour left." Sarah reminded.

"Crap!"

"I'll deal with them you get ready."

Butterflies had not appeared until then. Her nerves were now out the window. Toni raced to her room. Hands shaking, she managed to incase her body with all the new garments.

In the bathroom, Toni stared into the mirror "What could he possibly see?"

"An intelligent, beautiful woman that's what he sees," Sarah added her two cents.

Toni scowled back, "up or down?"

"Up... show off your neck." Sarah began helping her.

Once her hair was done, she went for the finishing touches. Her heart stopped when she heard the buzz. Not long Dean knocked on the door.

"I get it. I get it. "Trevor and Tiffany fought over who would get the door.

"Oh, I know you..." Trevor screeched. He ran into the living room and then reappeared within seconds.

Dean took the tape Trevor held out of his favorite movie 'Treasure Hunter ', "Why yes that is me. Who might you be?" By now Sarah invited Dean in. when he stepped in Toni was walking toward him.

Goosebumps covered his entire body. She looked like an angel. The only thing missing was the wings and halo, but something told Dean that they were there even if he couldn't see them.

"I see you have met the rat pack."

"You... look amazing!" Dean stumbled out his words as he produced a dozen white roses behind his back.

*

Dean pulled up to Massimo's Italian Restaurant. The valet opened Toni's door then helped her out. Dean hurried around to her side. After relinquishing the keys, he took Toni's hand placing it in the crook of his arm then walked into the foyer.

Dean gave his name to the maître d and they were immediately seated in a cozy table away from most of the clientele for privacy. Gallant as usual Dean pulled out Toni's chair, then sat down himself. Almost instantly a waiter was there asking if they wanted wine. Dean ordered a bottle of red.

Over appetizers, the two talked. Toni learned that Dean had a teenage son named Joseph who lived with his mother. Dean admitted he would rather be living in Denmark but chose not to so he could be closer to Joseph.

Reluctant Toni explained how things were with her children. How her son had to be medicated for violent outbursts, her daughter defiant and extravagant behavior. All because of the trauma they had suffered at seeing the drunken rampages of their father's abuse. "After explaining things, I could understand if you didn't want to see me again."

"I'm not that easily scared off, sweetheart. When I look at you, I see a strong, courageous, intelligent, beautiful woman that consumes my curiosity." Toni blushed at his words. Dean took her hand slowly brought it to his lips. He turned and placed a soft kiss on her wrist.

Dinner wasn't over soon enough for Toni; her hormones were raging. All she could think of was how to get Dean alone and the possibilities that existed. While waiting for the waiter to return with Dean's credit card Toni's cell phone went off. "Hello?"

"Toni, I hate to do this to you..." Sarah paused and Toni heard a crash.

"Do I need to come home?" Toni looked panicked. Just then the waiter was back.

Dean asked the waiter to have the valet to bring the car around.

"What's going on?"

"Trevor...I tried to calm him down, but it only made things worse. Toni, I swear that he's not home upstairs. He's not himself."

"Sarah I'm getting in the car now I'll be there..." The phone went dead. "Sarah, Sarah!...Shit." Toni yelled as Dean accelerated out of the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the apartment. Toni ran through the hallway as she could hear her son's screams and the sounds of things being thrown. Soon as she got the door open, Toni had to duck a flying vase. "Where's Tiff?" were her first words.

"Her room," Sarah replied.

Toni rounded the corner to the living room; Trevor was standing at the entertainment center trying to pull it over. A quick glance she saw a large vase tittering. Moving faster than Dean would have thought anyone could move Toni ran and grabbed Trevor out of the way before the vase fell on him. On the floor, Toni sat rocking her five-year-old in her arms. She whispered softly in his ear, to low for Dean or Sarah to hear. Calming Trevor on the floor the other two began picking up broken glass and toys. Eventually Trevor fell asleep and Toni struggled to get up with him in her arms. Dean helped her.

Toni put Trevor to bed then came out finding Dean in the outer hall cleaning up glass from the broken vase. "You don't have to do that." She laid a hand on his shoulder.

Back inside it looked as though a tornado had come through, Tornado Trevor to be more precise. All that was left in its wake was a total disaster. So many things in disarray Toni didn't know where to begin. She was embarrassed that Dean had witness how bad things could be. Yet she knew it wasn't her son's fault for being this way. If she thought Dean was going to run away before she was sure of it now.

"What set him off?" Toni turned to Sarah.

"Honestly I don't know. He was fine; we were all watching Mr. Harrison's movie."

"Dean please." He popped in as he sat on the sofa next to Toni.

She had almost forgotten he was there. "I'm so sorry you had to see this..." She didn't know what else to say.

"Why don't you get some rest. I can come over early and help you clean up."

"I couldn't ask you to do that." She looked into his eyes.

"You didn't...I'm offering."

Dean stood her up and walked her towards her room. At the door, he took her in his embrace, kissed her forehead. When he pulled away to look at her, Toni had tears in her eyes. Gently he brushed the tears away with his thump as he cupped her face. "I'm not going anywhere if that's what you're worried about."

Chapter 5

Eight o'clock the next morning the knock came. Dressed in cut off jeans a tank top, no makeup and hair haphazardly pinned up Toni answered the door. There before her stood Dean and Sarah. Dean handed Toni a large cup of coffee. "Had to bring her along. I didn't know how you liked your coffee." Toni stepped aside allowing the pair in.

"I was in the middle of making breakfast, you guys hungry?"

"Depends." Dean teased eyeing her long bare legs and making Toni blush.

Just as the omelets were done Tiffany and Trevor came bouncing into the dining room. By the look of Trevor, no one would have known anything had happened the night before. "Hey little man." Dean ruffled Trevor's blond hair. "You to princess." He touched the tip of Tiffany's nose with the end of his finger.

All five sat down and ate. Trevor was not his usual shy self; instead, he played twenty questions with Dean about his role in 'Treasure Hunters'. Dean didn't seem to mind, actually, there seemed to be a twinkle in his eyes.

"Can we watch?" Trevor blurted out.

"How about we help clean everything up and later I promise I'll watch it with you if mom says it's ok."

Toni watched Dean with her kids, he was a natural, sweet and had an immense amount of patients. It was obvious he was a father himself. A warm feeling seeped into her soul and made her smile.

After the house was back to normal and hours and hours of board games with the kids Dean had an idea.

"What do you two say we convince mom into letting me take you guys out for pizza?" Dean asked as he lifted Trevor up to replace a lampshade.

"Pizza, Pizza...Please, mommy please." Both the kids tackled their mother to the floor. Dean followed suit to add to the dogpile on mom.

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Sarah had opted out of a Chucky Cheese adventure. They ate and went into the game room; everything was going very well until another little boy tried to push Trevor off a game. Tiffany being the big sister slugged the boy causing him to run off. Trevor hid under a pinball machine and started crying.

Toni tried restraining Tiffany from going after the boy while coaxing Trevor out. It wasn't working. "Let me try," Dean said crouching down to better see her son. "Trevor, can I come under there with you?"

"Why?" He bit back.

"Because I like you. I thought we were becoming friends." Trevor nodded and Dean proceeded to crawl under with him.

It wasn't long before Dean had Trevor laughing and crawling out. When Dean was out Trevor hopped on his back for a piggyback ride. "What did you say to him?" Toni was surprised as the response he had gotten from her son, especially being a man. Trevor didn't trust anyone but his mother, much less a man.

Dean looked up giving Trevor the go-ahead to explain. "Our secret." he grinned.

Dean looked at Toni "Sorry!"

It was late when they got back to the apartment. Dean carried the sleeping youngster he had bonded with in from his car. He waited by the front door while Toni put them to bed.

"Thank you!" She said coming towards him.

"For what? I'm the one that should be thanking you."

"Why?" Her expression showed confusion.

"For letting me be a part of this."

"I'm not a charity..."

Stopping her with a finger to her lips. "That's not what I mean." He paused, "You let me be a part of your wonderful family for a day. You have shown me what I have been missing. He folded her into his arms, and he kissed her deeply, passionately.

Monday at work Toni was in meetings all day. She wanted to work on Dean's account but didn't have time. It wasn't until that night she had a chance to even think about Dean. She wanted to call him but was afraid it would seem to forward,

Mustering the courage, she reached for the phone, it rang. "Hello?" She answered.

"Hello, beautiful!" Dean made her blush.

"I was just about to call you."

"Great minds think alike.: Toni laughed.

She felt bad that she hadn't looked at the paperwork and explained to Dean. Toni promised that she would work on it the next day. Dean kept their phone conversation short because he could tell she was tired.

Tuesday came and went with no luck finding the culprit doing identity fraud. Wednesday however she found a possible break. Toni found several charges at an antique store. She had heard of the place, they were located in Beverly Hills and only dealt with rare and unique items.

Toni called Dean immediately. She got his voice mail, so he left a message to call her back.

Dean finally returned her call late in the day. Since she was about to leave the office Toni asked him to come over to her apartment that night, he agreed. After a shrink appointment for her son, Toni made it home to start dinner. Once the kids were in bed, she pulled all the information, laying it on the dining room table then started reviewing it.

Finished with her second cup of coffee, she was headed into the kitchen when Dean buzzed. Toni left the door a crack so that he could walk in. He found her in the kitchen fixing more coffee. "You'll never sleep drinking that." His amazing voice rang out.

"Not like I really get much sleep anyway."

"Bet I could make you sleep like a baby." He pulled her hard against him.

"Oh, really I thought you were here to try and figure out who is screwing you?" Dean laughed at her choice of words.

She nudged him towards the dining room. Toni showed him what she had found. "My assistant bought my birthday gift from there." He tapped the crystal of his antique watch. "It was something I had mentioned I wanted to get." He then pointed to another purchase on the statement. "This had to have been the statue she gave me for Christmas."

Dean shank down into a chair with a long sigh. "I can't believe it how could she do this to me?" He ran a hand through his hair.

Toni sat next to him unsure what to say. The only thing she did was reach over and take his other hand in hers then give it a gentle squeeze.

After a long moment of silence, she finally spoke. "Do you want me to go with you to file a report tomorrow?"

Dean looked up into her crystal green eyes. "What would I have done without you. I'd have never known about this." It was a rhetorical question, so Toni didn't answer. He then took her in his arms and held her lovingly in his warm embrace.

Together both Dean and Toni went to the local police department to file an identity fraud report. Dean advised them that there are possible other accounts to add to the list and if they had any questions Toni could help them. The whole process took about two hours. After which Dean took Toni to lunch before taking her back to work.

At lunch, Dean convinced Toni to make tentative plans with him on Friday again. She only agreed if Sarah was able to watch Trevor and Tiffany. He accepted the requirement because he understood she couldn't get just anyone to babysit for her. The plan for Friday was she would come to his house and allow him to cook her dinner.

Chapter 6

"Morning Sarah!" Toni greeted in an unusually cheerful mood Friday when she arrived at work.

"Someone is in good spirits. Could it be that you're going to be seeing a certain superstar tonight?" Sarah teased.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Toni gave a grin of a cat that ate the Canary.

All throughout the day, Toni was antsy. She couldn't sit for the life of her. Somehow, she knew that tonight was going to be different from the other times she had spent with Dean. He was a man she had great admiration and respect for. Not to say the huge soft spot in her heart for him.

Dean was a rare and very talented man. Toni found out he along with his acting, wrote poetry, owned his own publishing company and painted. Even with all his talents and fame, Toni saw him as a very down to earth person. Highly intelligent and a desire for the simple things in life. He loved his son more than anything. Dean possessed a wonderful sense of humor and was able to match wits with her. Charm and looks were two more things that added icing to the cake. Toni caught herself smiling every time she thought about him.

No appointments left Toni with plenty of time. After homework with the kids, she started dinner. Trevor and Tiffany were watching a movie when Sarah buzzed.

"Is it him? Is it Dean?" Trevor yelled racing to the door.

"No, it's Sarah."

The kids let her in as Toni set the table. "Come eat!" The kids rushed to the table.

"You're not eating?" Tiffany asked

"Not here sweetie. I'm going to Dean's house remember. You two are going to sleepover at Aunt Sarah's."

"YEAH!" the kids cheered.

"You going to sleep over there?" Trevor asked with the innocents of youth.

Toni's face turned red; she didn't know how to answer her son. By the time the kids were finished eating Toni had two overnight bags packed with clothes, PJs, meds, and toys. Everything was set.

"You're wearing that?" Sarah asked looking Toni up and down.

"What's wrong?"

Well let's see a night alone with a gorgeous movie star, do I need to say more?" Sarah took it upon herself to pick out a new outfit. Reluctantly Toni changed. She felt too bold, too much skin was showing.

Arriving right at seven o'clock Toni walked up the steps nervously adjusting her short skirt before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opened, and Dean appeared in white slacks and a dress shirt. The white accented his luscious tanned skin.

"You look...wonderful!" Dean stood there taking in the vision of Toni.

She wore a short black skirt that had a slit at the left thigh revealing her long lean legs. The white wrap around top folded perfectly over her breasts. She had black strappy heels and her waist-length brown hair flowed over her shoulders and back in waves.

Dean reached out and pulled her over the threshold. He pressed her against him crushing her chest to his. He then cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. Toni's mind whirled at the intensity. Passion whipped around both of them. She moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue tangoed with hers. The vibration of her moan increased Dean's desire. He loved her reaction to his kisses.

Once tearing herself away Toni realized the house was dimly lit. Upon closer observation, she saw red and white candles everywhere. Soft music played in the background. Dean's home was breathtaking artwork and bookshelves lined every wall and a marble staircase led to the second floor.

Dean directed Toni to a large dining room. Champaign chilled on ice and salad was already set out. "Please have a seat and start while I get the rest." He whispered pulling out her chair.

"Thank you," Toni said just before he disappeared. When he returned, he carried two plates of steak smothered with a mushroom sauce.

The meal was pretty much in silence. Although the entire time glances were exchanged ending with smiles. Toni became more and more anxious. Dean was so romantic, and she was out of practice. She was afraid where she wanted this night to go.

After dinner Dean took Toni out on the patio, where the slow music could still be heard. He walked over to a table that held a vase of red roses and pulled one free. Dean turned to Toni and offered her the rose, which she took gracefully.

Dean bowed. "May I have the honor of this dance?"

She curtsied "Absolutely."

Together they gazed into each other's eyes, locked in the moment. Lost in the sensual music, they swayed in unison. Nothing could have happened that would break the spell woven around them. Toni slowly slipped a hand down his toned chest feeling the twitch of every muscle. When she got to his stomach he seemed to be shaking. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Suddenly he buried his hands in her hair and placed a series of kisses and nibbles along her neck. When he reached the sweet spot behind her ear she cried out with excitement. Her response encouraged him.

"I want you more than you know, but I'll stop if you want me to," Dean whispered.

"A little late for that." Toni teased. With her words, he swept her up in his arms.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Dean carried her up the marble stairs to the master bedroom. He didn't put her down until he reached the king-size bed. He laid her on the satin coverings and hovered over her. Dean wanted to take things slow. Toni was a special woman and he didn't want to scare her off by moving too fast. They had known each other for only two weeks and in those two weeks, she had consumed his every thought, including his dreams.

Resting himself on his elbows he caressed the soft milky skin of her cheek, as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. When his bare chest was revealed her hands burned to touch him. He was as smooth as she thought. Just the feel made her melt inside.

Ever so slowly one of Dean's hands ran down her neck, collarbone and to her breast. There he lingered enjoying the fullness in his palm. She was perfect not to small and not too big. He began exploring her body's curves as he removed the things covering them. It felt like an eternity before he laid naked over her.

She had been ready for him the moment he touched her at the door. Toni ached to feel him inside her. Everything about this man spoke to her soul, everything about him was perfect. He was everything she could ask for in a partner, friend and now lover.

Dean finally ended the torture and entered, relishing in the silky glove of her body. Now as one he knew there was no turning back. If he wasn't already in love with Toni, he soon would be. She was everything he'd dreamed of in a woman.

Toni arched her hips moving in rhythm with her lover. She wanted him completely, so coaxed him into a deeper and faster pace. Suddenly their eyes locked, and her nails began digging into his back. Together they exploded in ecstasy. Driven into the heavens by raw passion. Together they rode the waves more than once.

Allowing Toni time to recover he stayed motionless above her, not putting all his weight down as his head nuzzled her shoulder. Her eyes were closed and breathing returned to normal. Dean watched as small tears escaped her golden lashes.

Resting on his side he brushed away her tears. "What's wrong?"

Toni opened her eyes to his voice. "Nothing, everything is perfect." She smiled and caressed his cheek.

Most of the night Dean kept the sleeping beauty encased in his embrace. He watched her, afraid if he were to fall asleep that she would disappear. Seeing her this, peaceful and worry-free he knew he was falling in love. There was no doubt he was falling.

Toni stirred to the sound of shuffling feet. "Mommies getting up." She mumbled

"No mommies not." Dean's rough sexy voice brought Toni out of her haze of sleep.

Quickly she sat up clutching the sheet to her chest. Dean came into the room with nothing on but a pair of navy-blue boxers and carrying a tray. "Morning sweetheart."

"Sorry, I'm used to my kids waking me up early on a Saturday morning."

"Not this Saturday, mom gets to relax."

He sat a tray of strawberry pancakes in her lap, then kissed her forehead before sitting beside her. "Toni...please let me know if I'm out of place here." He paused. "After last night I'll understand if you say no to my proposal, but I was hoping you would accept the offer as my personal assistant." He waited for her to reply.

Toni stared at him for a long time before she spoke. "On one condition...this doesn't have to stop." She let the sheet drop to reveal her luxurious body.

Dean smiled. "Oh, hell no!" he removed the breakfast tray willing to make love to his gorgeous Toni for the rest of his life.

The End

### Hidden Passions

She stood watching the man she admired. The man she had worked closely with for the last five years. But during the last twelve months, Skyler Davis had spent much of her time flying back and forth to Brazil, where her boss was filming a movie trilogy, his latest project. Skyler loved watching Cole Bryant or CB as everyone called him but it was still Mr. Bryant to her, he was mesmerizing. The only thing she loved more than watching him act was watching him paint.

Cole Bryant was the single most talented man she had ever known. He was a great actor, an insightful poet, and lyricist as well as a passionate artist. Skyler identified with C. B's hidden talents for she herself was also a poet and writer. Few people knew her passion for writing especially CB. Being his personal assistant Skyler had seen all aspects of his work and was afraid to share hers with him because she felt he was totally in a higher league; she could never be as good as Cole.

The five foot five blond continued to watch from afar as usual, until she saw him shiver. The weather was dreary as always for this time of year, it was then she pulled her gaze away and went to get some hot tea.

Megan Jones caught up with her and said hello. Megan was a beautiful woman in her twenties that played CB's love interest in the movie.

"Morning. Skyler cheerfully said. Without looking at Megan, Skyler asked, "So how are you enjoying working with Mr. Bryant?"

"He's a wonderful actor and really easy to work with. He's got such a passion for his work. But then you would know that." She paused. "How long have you worked for him?"

"Five years now." Skyler had a sorrowful tone in her voice.

"You don't sound happy about it; you don't like working for him?" Megan inquired.

"God no, I love working for Mr. Bryant." Her tone gave the impression that she was daring Megan to say something bad. "It's just... Well, sometimes it's as if he's the one that's not happy with my work."

Skyler bid good-bye and found her way back to her boss who was now sitting offset. She could easily tell that he was not feeling well, and her womanly instincts gave her the urge to reach out to feel his head for a fever, but she resisted.

CB sneezed. "Bless you, hot tea?"

"Thank you." He replied taking the cup Skyler offered him. When he looked up, she saw he had a frustrated expression on his face.

It was getting late so Skyler knew the bus would be coming soon to take everyone back to town.

*

Back in CB's dressing trailer Skyler started gathering things up for the end of the day. On his desk was a photo of him and his son, Harris. Skyler picked up the frame and ran her finger over CB's image as her heart sank knowing what he sacrificed by taking on such a long project. Leaving his seven-year-old son for that long was the hardest thing for him to do. After his divorce, Cole swore to always be there for his son. That was the reason he moved to California to be closer to him. However, Harris did encourage his father to do the movie.

Skyler quickly replaced the picture when she heard footsteps up to the trailer. Suddenly the door flew open and Cole stormed in just as a light shower of rain began. She took his costume props he held out to her without a word then handed him his cell phone, knowing he would want to call Harris.

On the way to the prop trailer, Skyler tried to keep her thoughts away from Cole. He was a wonderful man and she knew it but he was always cold towards her, as though there was something about her he didn't approve of.

Heading towards the buses she caught a glimpse of Cole laughing with his arm draped over the shoulder of his make-up artist, a woman that looked to be in her early thirties like Skyler. Skyler couldn't help but feel pangs of envy and jealousy.

On the bus, she tried to sit far enough away as to not overhear any conversation between the two, however that was virtually impossible. Everyone was going on about another infamous party to be held in Oliver's suite. The leggy brunette seemed to be excited about it.

Halfway through the hour ride, Skyler rested her head against the window her mood reflecting the current weather conditions.

"You look exhausted." Megan startled her.

"I guess in away."

"He that much of a slave driver?" Megan laughed.

"No that's not it...he's..." Skyler stopped and looked over her shoulder. Megan instantly saw tears swelling up in her eyes. Looking back at Cole, Megan realized what was wrong, Skyler was in love with her boss.

Not really sure what to say, Megan finally asked, "Does he know?" Megan gave her a sympatric pat on the shoulder leaving Skyler to her thoughts.

It wasn't long after that the bus pulled up in front of the hotel and everyone began to disembark. Skyler heard her boss call her name, with all the chatter of several conversations going on at once she hoped CB would think she didn't hear him if she didn't react to his voice. Though it was as far from the truth as possible. There was no way she could miss CB's unique voice, she would be able to hear it over a hard of stampeding mustangs.

"Skyler wait!" He yelled again. She couldn't face him now, not with another woman, a younger prettier woman.

Suddenly he grabbed her arm, but she pulled away. A few of the cast members including Megan stopped to see the commotion that was about to start.

"Skyler, what is wrong with you? I know you had to have heard me" CB's tone was agitated. He tried to make her turn and face him.

"Nothing just leave me alone right now." She hollered. She again tried to pull herself out of his grasp. His mere touch on her arm seemed to burn right into her flesh, even in the cold rain. Skyler was using every ounce of strength she possessed to keep back the tears.

Finally, he grabbed both of her arms forcing her to look at him. "What the hell is going on with you?" By now they had more of an audience.

She broke as she looked up into his beautiful ocean blue eyes. "You really want to know what's wrong?" She screamed.

"I wouldn't have asked now..." His words were cut off when Skyler reached up pulled his face to hers and planted a kiss right on him. A kiss more sensual than he and Megan ever performed for the cameras.

Skyler's blood heated at the salty taste of his lips. She gave in to all the passion and desire that had been building up for the last five years. Forceful yet tender, sweet yet fierce, until guilt and shame took over. Quickly she extinguished her inner fire and raced inside the hotel, leaving CB stunned. He couldn't move, rooted in place as he stared at the doors in which his beautiful temptress had just passed through.

Oliver snapped his fingers in CB's face in order to get his attention. "Now that was some hell of a kiss!"

"Wow, You're telling me. " CB replied still in a daze and slowly wiping his fingers across the moisture on his lips.

On his way up to his room, CB struggled with his thoughts. Had he misread Skyler all of these years? Many times he had to suppress his need for her, thinking she could never have feelings for him. She was always professional and kept her distance. Now he didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say.

*

Skyler was hungry but wasn't about to go down to the dining room in fear of running into her boss and making an even bigger fool of herself. How was she going to face everyone after making a complete and utter idiot out of herself, especially her boss? While mulling over what she would get from room service she decided to go to the ice machine.

Soon as she opened the door and took a step out it felt as though she walked smack into a brick wall. After stabilizing herself she slowly looked up into a pair of intoxicating ocean of blue eyes.

"Hello." Came CB's sultry voice.

"I...umm" Skyler couldn't speak. She backed up when he came closer. Following behind him was a bellboy with a cart from the kitchen.

"Thought you'd be starving after a long day out at the set." CB directed the young boy to the small table in the corner, then gave him a generous tip sending him on his way.

Skyler stood frozen in the middle of the room; her eyes fixated on the man that just invaded her room. Slowly he approached her as he opened a bottle of white wine. Oh lord, he smelled good, he had showered and now carried a slight musk scent. Loose-fitting jeans with a silky white button-down shirt donned his body. Making her feel completely underdressed in a pair of baggy boxer shorts and a tank top.

CB then took her by the elbow guiding her to the table where two plates of what looked like Chicken Alfredo with angel hair pasta sat. He seated her in a gentlemanly fashion that was typical of his sophisticated personality. Still, Skyler didn't know what to do or say. She sat there watching the object of her longtime affections.

Pouring the wine CB broke the silence. "You're not hungry?"

"I...umm...no...I mean..." Suddenly she felt like a silly schoolgirl, her stomach was all tied up in knots, her heart was up in her throat. She couldn't form a coherent sentence. Totally humiliated by her current and previous actions she ran for the bathroom.

Before reaching the door, Skyler was whirled around finding herself in his arm and his lips pressed firmly against hers. CB increased his intensity showing her he wanted more when he felt her hands slide up his chest. Skyler willingly opened her mouth to him, and they began a fierce dance.

Skyler wanted to taste every inch of him. Daring to explore that body he had wanted too many times CB ran a hand down to her backside pulling her closer. He smiled to himself when a moan escaped her sweet lips.

Swiftly she was swept up into his embrace and was carried to the bed, never once breaking their kiss. Each was eager to seek the sweetest spots of pleasure.

"Sky," CB whispered when he moved to the tender place behind her ear. "I have wanted you for so very long."

"Then why..." Her words abruptly stopped with a sharp inhale as she felt the heat of his hands on her breasts. Her breath came quicker.

Skyler soon found herself under CB who was staring down into her crystal blue eyes. She stroked his unshaven cheek and he leaned his head into her palm. Closing his eyes, he relished in the moment. He didn't want it to end. Opening his eyes, he found his beloved with tears in her eyes.

CB took her hands in his, interlocking their fingers and holding them above her head. He watched her face memorizing each and every line as he entered her for the first time. Skyler's eyes went wide and she held her breath as he entered. Long even strokes were what he used, one because it had been a long time for him. For her as well, he knew because she was so tight. CB enjoyed feeling her around him and wanted to give her as much pleasure as she would give him.

Emotions stormed inside him when he felt her body tense. Her fingernails dug into the backs of his hands, her thighs flexed, and her lungs inhaled deeply. Inside Skyler exploded wave after wave flooded her mind body and soul. When CB knew she reached her peek he finally allowed himself his own gratification. With his release, Skyler soared into the heavens again.

When they finally came back down to earth CB laid on top of her, careful not to put his full weight down. He breathed in deep the scent that lingered on Skyler's skin. The sweetest smell he'd ever known. Skyler wrapped her arms around him, cupping his head and running her fingers through his long hair.

It wasn't long when CB left the even breathing telling him Skyler was asleep. He laid on his side cradling her slumbering body to his own. Gently he brushed a strand of blond hair from her forehead and placed a kiss where it previously was. CB watched her, everything about her he etched into his mind.

Never in his life had he remembered feeling so complete, he didn't want the moment to end, to lose the feelings. Carefully he rose from the bed as not to wake the beauty beside him.

CB slid on his jeans and went into his adjoining room. A short time later he was totally submerged into painting. All his love, passion and fire came forth onto the canvas. Time became oblivious to him, nothing mattered but the image that he was bringing to life.

*

Early rays of dawn crept in around the curtains as Skyler awoke to an emptiness when she didn't find CB next to her. Confused she climbed out of bed and slipped into CB's shirt that had been discarded the night before.

A quick survey of the room Skyler noticed that the dinner plates had not been touched and the door to the adjoining room was open a jar. There she found CB dressed in only his pants intently working at his easel. She leaned against the doorframe admiring him, though she couldn't see what he was painting...whatever it was, it had him mesmerized. Skyler had never seen such a look on his face in all the years she had known him.

It took her about ten minutes to be able to tear herself away from the magnificent sight before her. Skyler went back into her own room and ordered breakfast and while she waited for the food, she went to take a shower leaving CB to his work. The shower itself was refreshing but the steam built up hot images of the night before with CB.

A knock at the door came just as she emerged from the bathroom, clad again in CB's shirt and her hair wrapped in a plush towel she answered it. The bellhop rolled in the cart and gave Skyler an inquisitive look but nothing was said.

Skyler returned to CB's room with a cup of coffee in hand. He was standing back inspecting his work now, head cocked to one side and the end of his brush between his sensual lips. He then wiped the back of his hand across his cheek. She couldn't resist, the urge was too strong, she glided towards him. Gingerly she tucked the strands of stray hairs behind his ear, looked deep into his eyes as her thumb caressed the smudge of paint.

CB took her in his arms giving her an ever so passionate kiss that mirrored those shared before. Skyler pulled away "When did you get up?"

"Haven't been to sleep." He turned her around to face the portrait and folded her in his embrace.

Skyler was face to face with herself, he had painted her. She was astonished. Smiling inwardly, she realized he had to have studied her in her sleep. In the portrait, she was laying in a huge bed of black satin sheets. The only thing that covered her was the sheet. She blushed knowing this was how he saw her, she looked like an angel.

Skyler felt his breath on her ear as his words intoxicated her. "I love you."

She reached one hand up behind her to again caress his cheek, "And I love you, Cole!"

The End

Brush Strokes

Chapter 1

Just before dusk, Montana Lewis was kneeling over a six by four-foot canvas that lay on the hardwood floor of her art studio. Her jet-black hair held specks of paint, her clothes were covered in a sinister array of colors and smudges donned her arms and face. Her art studio was were Montana found herself most comfortable, it isolated her away from others, she could be herself and allow all emotions to flow from the hidden depths within.

Montana's phone rang for the eighth time in thirty minutes. Not that she knew the time frame; she was so absorbed into her work that she didn't know anything other than the sound was causing her to lose perspective. She groaned as she stood.

"What?" She growled into the receiver.

"Where are you?" a female voice came back at her.

"Carolyn?" Carolyn Winston was the owner of a small Los Angeles art gallery.

"You promised you'd be here for your showing this time."

"Shit...I...What time is it?" Montana asked running to the kitchen.

Ten minutes late and yet thirty minutes to the gallery. "I'll be there." Montana hung up the phone then washed her hands and face the best she could. With keys in hand, she stormed out the front door without locking it.

*

A tall sculptured gentleman with light brown hair that looked as if he were kissed by the sun stood fixated on a large piece of Montana's work. He held a glass of champagne in the left hand and the right plunged deep into the front pocket of his Brioni slacks.

"Beautiful piece," Carolyn commented on her approach.

"Umm," The man swallowed his drink.

"Carolyn Winston, gallery owner."

"Dalton Waverly." He shook her hand.

"Passion of the lonely." Carolyn gave the title.

"I'd say," Dalton stated still entranced by the colors.

"Montana is running late but she assured me she's on her way." Dalton continued to stare at the five by five-foot wall of soul haunting tones before him.

Throwing her jeep into park Montana jumped out and ran through the glass doors. Carolyn was mortified at the sight of her young artist. Montana's first public appearance after five showings and she walks in barefoot, cut off jean shorts and a tank top all splattered with paint.

Carolyn shot over to her. "What are you thinking?" She whispered.

"Hey I'm here. What more do you want?" Montana's voice was cold. She blew her bangs out of her eyes.

"Geez what am I going to do now?"

Although Carolyn's question was rhetorical Montana answered. "Sell my stuff."

Twenty minutes of Mrs. Winston dragging her around and apologizing for her attire Montana was ready to leave. The only type of people that came to these things were stuffy rich people that wanted art to show off their money. Ninety-nine percent of them had no idea what the art really meant.

Discreetly Montana tried to shrink into the background. As she stepped backward, she bumped into something. Quickly she turned around and saw the most beautiful silver-blue eyes she'd ever seen. "I'm...so sorry."

"You must be Ms. Lewis." The soft-spoken tone sent the hairs on the back of her neck on end.

"Dalton Waverly, a pleasure to meet you."

"Please call me Montana. Ms. Lewis makes me feel old." Dalton laughed. "Waverly your name sounds familiar... don't tell me." She snapped her fingers as she searched her memories. "Natures Essences, right?" She referred to a book of photography.

Dalton was taken back; she knew his work. He peered down at the small woman. Her long black hair was set in a ponytail accented with flakes of paint. Her height left her only at his chest, but what struck him the most was her sea-foam green eyes. They were the most stunning shade he'd ever known. Within them was an ocean of emotions.

Dalton tucked her lose bangs behind her ear and her ivory cheeks blushed. "I take it you have been working on a new piece?"

Montana gave a shy smile. "Yes! I forgot about the time." She nervously looked about the room. "Maybe I was hoping to get out of coming. I'm not really the publicity type, makes me uncomfortable."

He leaned down to her and whispered: "Me too."

"There you are!" Carolyn interrupted. "I have someone you have to meet." Montana was pulled away. She took in the sight of Dalton as Carolyn tugged at her arm, memorizing everything that made this man more than human to her. He was power and strength, enticing and sexual.

After thirty minutes of a boring conversation with some big wig in an Armani suit, Montana was able to getaway. She searched for the man that now intoxicated every one of her senses, but it was in vain. It was another forty-five minutes before she managed to sneak out to her jeep.

Back home she tried to work on the same painting as before, but the inspiration was gone. Her mind was occupied by something else. Someone else would be more accurate. Montana closed her eyes, the image that stared back at her was silvery-blue pools. They seemed to burn into her, through her. It was as if the eyes could read her inner being as they also reflected many of her own feelings. Racing to her easel she grabbed a small canvas and began transferring the vision. Stroke after stroke the image formed.

Chapter 2

For two months Dalton's eyes haunted her. Everything Montana did captured his presence. She could hardly eat and barely slept. Her phone was unplugged; no matter what she did she couldn't get the sight of his eyes out of her mind. Either she was obsessed or going insane. Whichever, it was inspiring to her work.

Night and day, she worked. Finally, she took the time to send over paintings to the gallery. When Carolyn got the second and third batch of ten, she saw the eyes and became concerned.

Montana wasn't answering the phone or returning messages. She hadn't even questioned the five-thousand-dollar deposit into her account from the soft-spoken gentleman that bought 'Passion of the Lonely'.

Remembering the man, Carolyn put two and two together, she was painting him, and so Carolyn drove the thirty minutes out to the secluded rustic home. When she knocked there was no response.

Carolyn heard soft cries from the studio. There was Montana huddled in a corner with silver and blue paint all over her hands that covered her head. She was rocking back and forth.

"Montie?" Carolyn moved carefully towards her.

"I can't get him out of my head." She sniffed.

"Who sweetheart?"

"Him!" She pointed to a portrait. It was him, Dalton Waverly.

A week later came a knock on the front door that brought Montana out of the studio. Coming to the door Montana froze. There on the other side he stood, Dalton and those eyes.

Finally, Montana opened the door. He held the portrait she had done of him. How did you get that?"

"Mrs. Winston called me last week and said she had a painting of yours I'd be interested in. When I bought 'Passion of the Lonely' I left my number..."

"You bought that huge thing? When?" She cut him off

"The night we met at you're showing."

"Well...I'm...I wasn't prepared for company." She brushed her hair back out of her face.

"I just wanted to talk to you about this." He held up the painting in his hand again and Montana let him in.

She led him to her studio, a place no one was allowed. Somehow, he strangely fit in, he belonged there. "I'll be just a minute I need to close these up."

Dalton walked around the room seeing the works of art, possibly close to a hundred pieces that lined the walls in stacks. Montana's use of color was unique and daring. The shades somehow managed to speak to him. Every emotion and feeling she carried hidden inside her showed in the work.

"Montana, I have to know...why?" She turned to face him while she wiped her hands on a rag and lend against a workbench.

"Why, what?" She asked even though she knew what he meant.

"Why did you paint these, me?" He began flipping through them. "Confusion, confusion with an undertone of lust. Frustration. Here's frustration with desire. I can see what you were feeling." Montana was flabbergasted at his perfect insight. "They range all the way to pure panic."

Closing the distance between them he observed the flood of emotions phase in and out of her eyes. The closer he got the more panic he saw, however, there was something under the surface that he couldn't see. "Do I scare you?" Is that why you look like you're about to run?" His voice was harsh yet gentle.

Montana dug her nails into the bench. Fight or flight was the reaction coming forth. "You want to run, don't you?" But you can't." Dalton trapped her. His long arms braced him on the table one arm on each side of her. Montana stood there staring at him. The panic turned to agony. Then without blinking, her gaze averted to his lips.

A slight smile formed at the corners of his mouth. Instinct finally took hold and Montana ducked under Dalton's arm escaping. She continued gathering up the paints that sat on the floor near her floor canvas. The air in the room was thick with tension; unseen emotions flew back and forth between the two.

Dalton knelt down behind her. "What's this one called?"

Montana swallowed hard as her core temperature rose ten degrees with his breath ever so gentle on her ear. "Twilights Passion." She whispered.

"Inspiring."

Montana put her fingers into the dark blue paint then on to the canvas. Dalton watched her movements; they were graceful and fluid almost angelic. He felt anguish and desire both together; the two expressions seeped from the colors and into his soul. Finally, unable to resist the temptation he placed his hands on Montana's and began moving in rhythm with her.

Eyes closed Montana flowed; she began allowing Dalton to guide her. The colors danced in her head shades of crimson blended with midnight blues. Paint oozed between their fingers cool yet warm at the same time.

Soon she felt Dalton's paint-covered hands gently roam up her arms. The hairs on her arms and neck stood on end; she released a shaky breath and turned her head. The haunting reflective silver pools of his eyes captured her mind.

Dalton reached out and tucked her loose hairs behind her right ear. Doing so left blue smudges on her cheek. "Is this, what scares you?" He cupped her face then tilted her head up as he leaned in to kiss her.

An explosion erupted inside Montana and she threw her arms around his neck as she gave in to the obsession that held her prisoner. She moaned when his tongue invaded her mouth and they tumbled backward. Dalton was flat on his back in a pallet of paints. Raw passion consumed them like a wildfire out of control.

They tore at each other's clothes leaving colored paint in the wake. Dark blues and reds combine with deep orange and silver, flesh became canvas. Dalton sat up with Montana in his lap, her legs trapped his waist. His right hand pressed to the small of her back, the left firmly coursed down the neck to the valley between her breasts than on to her stomach.

Montana arched back until her head rested on the floor, green from Dalton's one hand now streaked her torso mixed with the blue. She gasped for air when his attention focused on her hardened nipples. First twisting his tongue along the buds teasing until one finally was sucked into the moist cavern of his mouth.

Montana sat back up devouring his neck with soft bites and raked her fingernails over his back smearing more paint together. Both were breathing hard. Dalton's now one orange and one green hand ran through her jet-black hair, which at some point had come undone.

"You never answered, is this, what you're scared of?" He spoke gruffly as his self-control was weakening further.

"No...yes...I don't know." He kissed her hard with a fiery passion.

No longer could either withstand the wondrous torture. Dalton positioned himself at her waiting entrance. She was beyond ready, so he plunged inside. There he took her covered in multitudes of paint on the floor of her studio, her sanctuary. They melted together into one. There were no cares, no cautions. Pure complete exquisite rapture is what they needed.

Thrust after impaling thrust Dalton brought them closer to paradise, he knew Montana was soon to ignite. It was in the tightness of the muscles surrounding him; it was in her eyes that told him.

Hypnotically mesmerized they dove into a scorching sea that became one soul forged from two. Madness proclaimed its victims with the final strokes. Sweet oblivion stormed through them. Collapsing to the floor exhausted and drained Dalton cradled Montana to him, flesh to flesh, soul to soul they were now forever bound in eternity!

The End

