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by Glass, Evelyn

  "I think you were right when you said we had quite a shock," she said.

  "I said quite a ‘scare,’" he teased.

  She smiled, "I stand corrected, Mr. Fowler."

  "I'm going to find out how you knew my name, too," he threatened. The chemistry between them kept her from fully realizing any fear of him. “Now,” he said, “to your room.”

  “I can find my way from here, thank you,” she said.

  “Oh no, little lady. I completely insist,” he said with swagger. “If we don’t come down shortly, Denise, do not send out any search parties.” With that, Jason whisked her up into his arms and took the steps on the curving staircase up to the second floor.

  He carried her across the threshold like she was a blushing bride. In fact, this handsome modern knight on a hot-as-shit Harley Davidson did bring heat to her face.

  As she lay flat on the quilt-covered bed, she stared up into Jason Fowler's gorgeous blue-green eyes. She could imagine him being her husband and he was positioned to do so many things: kiss her good morning, kiss her goodnight, tell her something quick, talk slow and dirty to her. She could not get enough of looking at that great face.

  "Now that you have found the place, my little mystery, are you going to need something else?"

  Blanche was tempted to ask him to join her, but she did not. "No," she said nearly choking on her words.

  Jason left and Blanche collapsed in her room after a quick bath. It was a hot and steamy bath. She was so worked up from her intense encounter with her target, Jason Fowler, she locked herself in the bathroom. She immersed herself under the running water and pleasured herself to a quick and powerful orgasm. Sated, she wrapped up in a heavy towel and thick robe. Jason was right in that she did pack light. She packed a robe, a teddy, and a hot little dress. Depending on how long she would stay, she didn't need much. As she reclined against her extraordinarily plush mattress, she had no idea what it was she was going to need. What was bothering her was she pretty certain as to what she wanted.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Blanche slept much more soundly than she had expected, but it was a delicious nap. She woke and forced herself to get up and move, so she could go to bed at the usual hour and not get off her sleep schedule. She was dressing for dinner when she heard the sirens of a fire engine racing up Main Street. She peered out the lace curtains of her window to see if she could see anything.

  A small crowd had gathered up on the corner. A motorcyclist was down and there were a few men hovering over him protectively and Jason Fowler holding others at bay. The Seven Devils. Rescue workers rushed off the vehicle. Soon an ambulance and a sheriff’s car met them. Blanche could not tell from where she stood how serious the guy's injuries were, but it was obvious Jason wanted on the ambulance with him and the answer was no. He is head strong, thought Blanche.

  She felt cold-blooded changing out her attire to a short jean skirt and a close fitting cotton T-shirt. She nonchalantly went down to the street and crossed to the San Juan Café across the way, gambling that would attract some attention despite the accident. It worked. She walked really slowly, able to eavesdrop on the very loud conversation Jason was having with the sheriff.

  "You will only get in our way," said the sheriff. "Let us do our job."

  Blanche could tell from the corner of her eye that Jason and some of the guys were heading in the same direction as she was, towards the café. She went in, pretending to be oblivious to the drama.

  There were at least three men coming with him. They were four of the same guys in the Seven Devils Motorcycle Club. The Norte Mexicali Cartel would give her a bonus if she could somehow kill all of those birds in one trip to Gold Creek.

  Blanche attracted more attention as she entered the San Juan Café. Although predictable, it was nice to see that the place had a pool table. She liked to enjoy a game now and then. She ordered a drink and pulled out her credit card to pay, but the bartender made it on the house. As was her habit, she tucked her card in her bra.

  "Someone looks as good as you, they ought to pay you to drink here," he flirted.

  "Maybe that's what's she's doing here," growled Jason Fowler.

  Blanche was a big girl, but still, the insult stung. She backed away from the bar without a word, without acknowledging Jason, leaving the drink on its napkin on the bar. She went over to the rack of pool cues to select one.

  Jason was up next to her in an instant. "I don't know why I said that," he said quickly. He had brought her the drink, "Here."

  His remark had knocked any soft feelings she had had for him earlier and now she was all business. In fact, she was completely without feeling and was officially back on the job. With the cops and fire and rescue occupied with the injured biker, this might be an opportunity to take them all out and set Gold Creek on its ear. The Norte Mexicali would be more than pleased. She never drank while she was working. "I am not thirsty."

  She stepped forward, but he blocked her. "I hope you will at least accept my apology," he said, making a face she was supposed to be charmed by.

  She wasn't going to let him off the hook. "You've made it no secret, from the second we met, that, for whatever reason, you don't approve of me," Blanche kicked herself. She sounded like she was sulking.

  He stood very close to her, speaking low and intimately with her. Warmth rushed through her as though she were standing next to the love of her life instead of the guy who had just slammed her in front of a room full of strangers, instead of the man she was hired to kill. "Now did that kiss we shared earlier feel as though I didn't like you very much? I admit, we got off on the wrong foot-"

  "That kiss was random and it meant nothing," she lied. "Besides, you forced me. You have a strange notion of showing someone you like them, then, and that's your problem, Jason. Don't make it mine or you will regret it."

  He raised his eyebrows and almost laughed, "Are you threatening me? You know, I take it all back. Your sudden appearance in our little town is rather sinister. I think you still have some questions to answer."

  "I saw your friend got hurt out there. I think you have more to worry about than my business," she retorted.

  "Someone tampered with his bike. Someone would have to know something about a motorcycle. Someone like say…you?" he challenged.

  "I know you just got here, but I would swear you're drunk already," she hissed. "You left me at the boarding house and Mrs. Cranston can probably attest that I showered and took a cat nap. I didn't go jack up someone's bike in my spare time."

  "You're pretty sneaky," he replied.

  "Jason, come on man," one of the Devils pleaded. "That makes no sense. We were there. Or just outside Mason's." That was the name of the gas station that Blanche had noted beyond the accident scene. "Believe me, if she had been anywhere near us, I would have noticed. Look at her."

  Jason's eyes took a walk all over her. She could swear she saw him shiver. He shook his head, "I don't know what I’m saying. I am upset. You don't have to come over here pretending like you're going to play pool just to avoid me."

  Blanche snorted, "Don't flatter yourself. I was going to play."

  No sooner had she said those words when two guys came in, just short of bursting in. They were members of the Norte Mexicali Cartel. Blanche had her answer as to what happened to the injured motorcycle rider. The men made quick eye contact with Blanche to signal they knew her, too, but they proceeded as though they did not. "You're not playing right now, sweetheart. The table's ours."

  The burly men waltzed over to the rack for cues. Blanche blurted out, "You can play me for the table if you like, but right now, it's mine." The first of them whipped around at her with a look of confusion on his face. Blanche stood her ground. Jason wagged his head. She racked up the balls, "I’ll even let you have the first shot."

  "What does it matter," replied the man she challenged, "now or a minute from now?" He charged over to the table, but she blocked him with her cue as though keeping him at bay with the tip of
a sword.

  "Your name please," she said.

  "Lady, it's a good thing you're smokin' hot," Jason interjected. "If you were a dude-"

  "She's pressing her luck as a beautiful woman," replied her opponent. "The name is Hawk."

  "I am Blanche. After you, Hawk," she said confidently.

  As the man lined up to take his shot, she turned her back to him, jutting out her butt ever so slightly. "Jesus," he cursed and he scratched on break.

  He lost and was none too happy about it. In a fury, he stormed for Blanche, but Jason and his guys surrounded her just as they had the fallen rider.

  "Hey," Jason counseled. "Life sucks, but she won."

  "That's okay," said Blanche. "Two out of three. I don't mind if Hawk doesn't mind."

  "Boy, you don't know when to quit, do you?" Jason glared at her.

  Now it was she who took his face into her hands and kissed him. "Move out of my way," she whispered. She put the rack on the triangle of balls to re-set them and took her place at the head of the table. She looked at Hawk, "My turn." Blanche drove the cue between her fingers and putting her hips behind it, shoved. The cue ball crashed and scattered the arrangement of stripes and solids. She sunk one of each. "I'll let you call 'em, just so you don't think I'm cheatin'," she said to Hawk. She had the room mesmerized.

  "Whatever," Hawk murmured.

  "Last chance," she said and threw his own words back in his face. "Now or a minute from now, it won't make any difference." Hawk didn’t speak up, so Blanche ran the table, calling each one until she depleted all the high balls before sinking the eight ball. "I gotta go," she announced. "She's all yours."

  She was just about to put her cue away when Hawk said, “Better be able to do that again, little lady, or you and I will make this pool table our wedding bed."

  "What?" Blanche asked rhetorically retaining the cue after all. "No, I don't feel like it. I’m leaving, but feel free to play with yourself," she said, her double meaning clear. She boldly crossed the room towards the exit. She would have to pass him to leave. Usually on the job, she carried a knife, but the only things she had on her at the moment were her cellphone and her bank card. They would have to do.

  Hawk made a grab for her and, quick as a flash, Blanche pulled out her card and sliced the soft topside of his hand. He seized, gripping his injured hand with his good one, bracing it on the table. It would only be a second before he was grabbing her again with dangerous vehemence. Before he could recover, she hammered his hands, one on top of the other, with her cellphone. He cried out in agony.

  Jason Fowler swept her up and rushed her out of the café. They both hopped onto his bike and flew. Her tiny denim skirt hiked up her hips as she clutched Jason with everything she had.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Soon enough, Blanche found herself taking the curves of the road around the gully where she had foolishly tried to cross the abandoned bridge. They came upon Jason's house, embedded in the side of the mountain that rose out of the road. It looked magical in the falling dark. It was cloaked among the trees and other elements of the forest. It was a wood and lead structure, lit with the buttery lights of a dozen or so lanterns.

  The garage door rose, remote controlled, and Jason and Blanche wheeled cautiously inside as the door slowly closed behind them. The lights inside the garage were motion-censored. The interior was bright in an instant. Jason said little as he led them both inside of the house. There, he turned on her in lecture.

  "What were you thinking back there?" he demanded. "Do you know who you were messing with?"

  Blanche made a conscious effort to not let her face register even the least little bit that she did, in fact, know. She knew that members of Norte Mexicali had moved into town ahead of her, trying to take it over, but Jason not-a-town-official was nothing more than one of Gold Creek's beloved citizens, even as the president of a motorcycle club, the Seven Devils, had posed their biggest opposition.

  That was why they sent her in.

  She was a little nervous that she went up against a guy who was supposedly on the same side, but she had no choice. Despite his being in the wrong, she couldn't guess who it would go bad for, Hawk or her. It might not matter to her employer that she had been at risk. She was pretty sure she broke his hand. She might have crossed a line.

  Blanche looked down suddenly and realized in the melee, either by the scuffle or the quick getaway, she had gotten a friction burn across her thigh. Its contact with the air caused it to sting.

  "Come," Jason shook his head. Possessively, he guided her into the house. The decor of the home was rich and warm. The natural elements of stone and wood were sensual. They had a mood altering effect on Blanche as did the very nearness to Jason. He sat her down on a very luxurious overstuffed sofa and fetched a first aid kit.

  "It's not that bad," she protested, but he didn't pay any attention.

  He popped open a jar of ointment and applied it to the area. He was on his knees, situated between hers, touching her intimately as silvered moonlight filtered into the room. They were alone now, two people with intense chemistry, having endured yet another hair-raising moment. Opportunity and passion turned their heads and they regarded each other, slowly coming together. Jason's hand traveled higher up her leg towards her center as they joined in a kiss.

  Blanche just naturally reclined, backing up and over to make room for him as he drew up next to her. They kissed each other with everything they had, as though they had been starving the entire time up to that moment.

  He deftly skimmed the cotton fabric from her skin and cupped her firm and round breast, which fit so perfectly within the palm of his powerful but gentle hand. He smelled so wonderful with such an intoxicating blend of masculinity and spice. The tendrils of his hair brushed her forehead as his tongue languidly mated with hers.

  Blanche wanted this man so. The entrance of her body was dripping wet and ready for him and quickly, her head was screaming for him to be inside her. To wait and endure the pleasure of his touches and teasing might be too much. She could feel him hard against the soft flesh of her thigh. He was ready, too. It would be over so fast if she could not savor it and make it last. Blanche reached up and under to his chest, so hard and chiseled and amazing. In the moonlit shadows that set the room aglow, he looked like a magician forest-entity about to take her.

  She slid her finger along the waist of his jeans and awkwardly fumbled with the buttons. He rose to kick them off and peeled off the shirt, as well. He was magnificent.

  The light from outside caught her curves, cascading onto her skin. Her complexion between the sun and her heritage was creamy brown, but in the silver of the moon, appeared white. He leaned down and gingerly kissed the sensitive dip between her breasts. Blanche's nipples were hardened at his touch.

  Jason touched the tip of his tongue to their erect tips with whisper pressure, sending erotic currents throughout her body. She twitched. She needed to be filled. Instinctively, she reached to his full length, rigid in her grip. She yearned to touch her tongue to him, as well. She scooted and he moved, and soon her mouth was on him. His skin was so smooth, so sweet, and he filled her mouth completely.

  Blanche toyed with him, drawing the sides of her cheeks tight around him, working up hot, wet saliva for his pleasure. She gripped him so firmly, moving her hand up and down in that eternal carnal rhythm. He swiftly put his hand to hers and steadied it, urging her up and off of him. "I will be done, for sure," he said.

  He pressed her back and spread her legs. He gave her pleasure in kind. His mouth was so hot and commanding as his tongue explored the folds of her salty flesh. Arousal encompassed her entirely and the slightest touch promised to set her off. He penetrated her eager entrance, tonguing her feverishly. Blanche reached down between her legs and made little circles of pleasure to urge herself towards that ultimate peak.

  She was almost there. She begged him to get inside her, "Now, please," she whimpered. "Now."

  Jason slid his cock i
nto her slick body. He was hot and hard, and she was aching for him. She raised her hips to fit snuggly against his pounding, urgent rhythm. It was going to be fast after all. "Oh, baby," he prayed. "Oh, baby."

  After a few thrusts, Blanche felt the first tremors of an orgasm. The ripples began to grow and soon, her body was thundering around his. Jason pounded into her; her breasts bobbed in counterpoint as he reached his own climax. Their voices filled the room to the height of its cathedral ceiling. They collapsed, their flesh still throbbing against one another.

  After a moment, he spoke, "My god. I can't understand our connection but it is an unmistakable one. You are an amazing woman."

  You're an amazing man, she thought, but could hardly say a word. Sleeping with him was most definitely the wrong thing to do. If she betrayed the Norte Mexicali Cartel, she might as well put a price on her head, as well.