The Wildcat that Tamed the Tycoon
Sabel Simmons
Copyright © 2014 Sabel Simmons
All rights reserved.
ISBN-10: 1499680821
ISBN-13: 978-1499680829
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter One
“What the devil where you thinking, Shane? A woman!”
Logan Dalton glared at his brother and threw the file down on the table between them. They were having breakfast at the most popular Bistro in town. Shane took a sip of his Espresso totally unmoved by his older brother’s outburst. He put his cup down and leaned back in the chair and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Remind me again what the stipulations were when you told me to find a replacement for Drew?”
Logan lifted the file again and slapped it back on the table. “That is beside the point. You should have known better!”
“You said find another pilot, Shane and fast! One that is qualified with good references, unattached and willing to work long hours; a pilot that can charter a variety of planes and a chopper.”
“I know what I said.” Logan ground out through clenched teeth.
“Hmm … then I don’t understand the problem, big bro. She is highly qualified, have excellent references, is unattached, willing to work long hours and can charter a variety of planes and choppers.” He ticked the requirements off on his fingers.
Logan pulled his large hands through his short cropped, medium brown hair. He huffed and glared at Shane again.
“You know as well as I do how demanding the job is. Why do you think Drew ran out on me? I don’t have the time to wait around for hours for a female that titivates before she trots down to the chopper while a rig burns down!”
Shane shook his head and burst out laughing.
“Titivates? Trots? You’ve been around too many pampered socialites lately. I spoke to Hugh Booth, the CEO at American Airlines myself and he is highly annoyed that she decided to leave them. She is one of their best and most qualified pilot and immediately available.”
“A Boeing pilot? Argh Shane!”
“Amongst other things. Damn Logan, just give the woman a chance. If it doesn’t work out, at least it will give us more time to find a replacement.”
“Damn Drew for just walking off in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah … so unlike him, but he had to get back to Seattle to patch up his marriage. You know Delia walked out on him because of the hours he kept.”
“He knew what the hours were when he took the job and for that matter, so did she, when they got married. Oil refineries aren’t child’s play, little bro, you should know that by now.”
He opened the file and paged through the résumé, background checks and references, frowning as he went.
“If she is so good, why is she available immediately?”
“She resigned two months ago already and her final day was at the end of last month. Personal issues, nothing to do with work and he didn’t want to elaborate. We were only one of five other offers she had on the table.”
He looked at her background checks and frowned again. “She has a Master degree in Corporate Finance. Why is she a damn pilot then? I sincerely hope we are not going to be drawn into dramas and all kinds of nonsense. Did you interview her at all?”
“Only by phone and I was duly impressed. Trust me, big bro. I won’t hog you down with an incompetent pilot.”
The doorbell tingled when it opened and he glanced up and froze. He breathed in slowly and forced his heart hammering inside his chest to slow down. His eyes glittered and he slowly expelled his breath. She stood inside the door looking around for a second before heading to an empty table across from theirs. She was absolutely exquisite and so sensual, his mouth watered as his eyes caressed down her body. She wore a tight white shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts that strained against the confinement, leaving her toned stomach bare. He swallowed and his eyes dropped to the tiny denim shorts she wore, hugging her curvy hips. Her legs were impossibly long, lean and softly curved and muscled, with rounded calves that curved into small ankles that ended in brown Cats boots.
She had honey colored, light brown hair with highlights and bangs that reached her eyebrows. Her angelic face was slightly square with high cheekbones, small straight nose and large almond shaped eyes with high arching eyebrows. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the most luscious kissable mouth, with a full lower lip. With her tousled hair she was lust and temptation personified.
She sank down in the chair gracefully and folded her long legs under the table. The waitress approached her and she smiled widely at her. His breath snagged in his throat again. Damn, she was gorgeous. His arousal pressed harder and harder against his pants and pulsed in agreement.
Shane waved his hand in front of Logan’s face, realizing his attention was elsewhere. When his gaze remained fixated to the left of him, he turned and followed his gaze.
“Hot damn!” His reaction was immediate and drew Logan’s attention. He growled, drawing Shane’s attention to him and his gaze splintered his brother in two.
“Keep away, little bro. She’s mine.”
“Hey! No fair! She can choose which of us she wants.”
“I mean it Shane.”
Shane chuckled and shook his head. “First time I have ever seen you react to any woman like this. Damn … you don’t even know her yet and you’re already possessive!”
“Leave off, Shane.”
His gaze once again fastened on her and clashed with eyes as blue as the ocean. She returned his stare unflinchingly for at least a minute before her eyes ran down his body, all the way to his booted feet tucked in under the table and then very slowly back up, to hover for a tad on his broad muscled chest and his wide full mouth.
Shane noticed the exchange and chuckled. “Looks like the lady already made her choice.”
The waitress arrived with her order and broke their connection. She gave a soft, husky laugh that shot straight to his groin, hardening his shaft even more. He couldn’t wait to hear that husky voice whispering in his ear when he had her below him on a bed.
Madison forced her eyes to remain on the plate in front of her and ate in automated mode. Her groin tingled painfully from the rush of heat that shot straight there when her eyes were caught by the lustful green ones of the hunk of a man sitting across the passage from her.
She didn’t have to look his way again to be reminded what he looked like. He was ruggedly handsome and big, even sitting behind the table. His hair was medium brown and cut in a short cropped hairstyle that enhanced his muscular square face and his clear green eyes shone like glittering emeralds. His face was absolute chiseled pe
rfection. His nose was straight over a very kissable wide mouth with a slightly fuller bottom lip that made her mouth water. She noticed a slight dimple in his cheek when he smiled briefly at the man opposite him. That smile was what gutted her in the stomach. Here was a man that could easily reduce her to a puddle of steam at his feet!
He had an air of command around him. He was definitely someone that was used to be in control and when he frowned at the man across the table from him and then chuckled, she nearly choked on the food in her mouth. Good heavens, it was seduction in a laugh! That man clearly had the ability to make a woman’s toes curl with only a look. Somewhat like hers were doing in her boots at that very moment!
It was a definite sin that a man should be that gorgeous. It was not good for a lonely, frustrated female’s libido to encounter such muscled maleness so early in the morning! She grinned at the thought. Maybe moving to Texas was not such a bad decision. There were hunks galore in this town!
Perhaps that was the way to go. Find a friend … with benefits … sexual benefits of course. Forget about long term relationships and … and fiancé’s. She waited for the hurt to clamp around her heart and a slow smile curved around her lips when there was nothing. Perhaps the saying was true, ‘time heals all wounds.’ Or perhaps what her sister claimed was even truer. That she never really loved Andreas Watts.
She finished her breakfast and glanced briefly in his direction again, thrilled when his eyes burned into hers. She sighed when his attention was drawn by a grizzly older man that thumped him on his shoulder and started chatting about football. She got up and paid her bill at the counter, thinking of the exciting road ahead.
She ignored the whistles from a bunch of rowdy males and quickly walked in the direction of the door. A warm hand suddenly pressed intimately against her stomach and stopped her in her tracks. She glared at the large blond man grinning up at her. Her voice shot shards of ice down at him.
“Kindly remove your hand from my person.”
“C’mon darling! We should get to know one another better.”
“I am quite particular about who I get to know better. Even more so about whom I allow to lay their hands on me. Last warning, chum, remove your paw.” Her voice remained calm, but rose in volume.
Logan looked up and rage filled him at the sight of the man’s hand on his woman’s torso. He pushed his chair back, but Old Grey, the man next to him moved swiftly to intercede. Before he reached them however, she gripped the guys’ thumb, pressed hers into the pressure point just inside his wrist and twisted his thumb. He howled and slid out of his chair to fall on his knees in front of her. She dropped his hand and took a step back. The blond man growled and rose to his full height and glared down at her.
“You bitch!”
“Now see here, young man. This is Texas and here we treat our women with respect. You are clearly new to town or just passing through, so you might not be aware of it. We all heard the lady ask you politely to remove your hand. You got what you deserved. I suggest you leave. You are no longer welcome here.”
He huffed, but had no intention of arguing with the mountain of man glaring down at him. He swung around and stormed outside.
Old Grey looked down at Madison, a slow smile on his lips.
“You okay little lady?”
“I’m fine and thank you very much.” She went on her toes and kissed the grizzly old man on his weathered cheek. He chuckled in glee and gestured at his grandson standing behind the counter.
“John, please escort the lady to her vehicle. I won’t trust that ruffian to lurk around the corner waiting for her.”
John was all too eager and gallantly held the door open for her. Her gaze was involuntary drawn to the hunk that now stood next to his table and she smiled. He clearly intended to come to her aid as well and she cursed her tendency to act too quickly sometimes. She could have pretended shock and shivered in his arms … hell no! She was no helpless little miss and any man that wanted her, needed to know that and accepted her as she was.
Not like Andreas. Andreas that told her she was too strong for him, too aggressive and too wild!
The minute she disappeared outside, Logan made to follow, but Shane stopped him and handed him his cell phone.
“It’s Dad. There is a problem at the plant in Keller.”
He took the phone and sighed, realizing he missed the opportunity to get any closer to the Wildcat as he watched her walk away.
Shane left to meet a friend and soon Logan was on his way home; the White Oaks Ranch that bordered on Lake Weatherford. He relaxed and drove leisurely out of town heading to the Ranch when a Ducati Diavel Carbon 1200 powered past him. A flash of long naked legs hugging the powerful machine had him downshift and he sped after her. It was his Wildcat from the café and this time, she would not get away from him. Her Ducati was powerful and fast, but no match for his Bentley Continental GT Ultra sports car.
Madison noticed the black Bentley staying close on her heels, but could not make out the driver and worried that it was the blond jerk from the café following her. Then she shrugged that concern off. There was no way that jock would be able to afford such a car. She increased speed and took a few short corners and turns, but he kept hugging her back wheel. She overtook a slow truck and swerved in front of it sharply a millisecond before an upcoming vehicle whizzed by. She sped up and parked on the side of the road around the next curve.
She threw her leg over and off the bike, took her helmet off, hooked it around one handle and turned around, waiting for the black Bentley to appear. Her fists were on her hips and her legs spread apart.
Logan grinned when he sped around the curve and slammed eyes on the fiery woman waiting for him on the side of the road. Her stance challenged him and her fists on her hips testimony to her irritation. He pulled over, threw the door open and folded his long length out of the low car.
He kept his eyes on her and felt satisfaction ripple through him when her eyes flared the moment she recognized him. He shortened the distance between them with long slow strides and stopped an arms-length from her. Her eyes up close were captivating, a shade between the deep blue sea and the clear blue sky. At this moment, they flashed fire at him and his lips curved into a wide grin.
The moment she recognized the hunk from the café, she cursed. She should have known he was some rich, hunky … damn Tycoon! The car and the confident way he prowled closer testimony to his status in life. A life she let behind eight years ago!
“Why are you following me?”
She came straight to the point and he just knew sex with this woman would be explosive. His eyebrows rose sardonically. His eyes caressed her face and swept down her body and back up, hesitating for a moment on her luscious lips. His deep green eyes were as hot as burning coals when they met hers. His voice was deep and rough when he answered, and a thrill shivered down her spine.
“Because, Wildcat, I want you and I’d be damned if I let you get away.” His strong declaration caused her groin to tighten in anticipation,
“I suppose you always get what you want?”
“Always.”
He conceded with a grin and hauled her tight against him. His head swooped down to close around her surprised lips which he forced open too easily. His tongue surged inside to take command of her mouth. It was as if he made wild love to her mouth and her body caught fire from one heartbeat to the next. His tongue tangled with hers and demanded her response.
When she did it was with such sensual intensity, his semi hard shaft sprang to immediate attention. He moved her hips in a tight circle against his, introducing her boldly to his arousal and he swallowed her gasp into his mouth.
Heat spread through both of them and Madison was thrilled at his hard arousal pressed against her stomach … so hard and tempting her insides quivered! Heat swirled down her body wetting her panties.
A large haul truck went by and the driver hooted causing them to break apart and Madison tore from his arms. She stared at h
im and pointed a stiff finger at him, but no words followed. His eyes widened questioningly.
“Cat caught you tongue, Wildcat?”
Her eyes narrowed and her fists went back on her hips. She stared into his eyes directly and he waited expectantly.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Babe.”
His gut tightened at her soft, husky voice calling him Babe so comfortably and it sounded so right.
“I’m waiting with bated breath.”
“I am very possessive with the man in my bed and I do not share. Somehow, I don’t think you’re a one woman man.”
Her eyes stoked the fire inside him higher as they caressed all the way down his body and back up to boldly hesitate on the bulge in his pants. She licked her lips and he growled. Her smile was sensual and her eyes kept his hostage as she strapped her helmet on. She shook her head.
“Such a pity though …”
She trailed a finger down his chest, tickling his torso and his breath caught in his throat. She turned around and threw her leg over the bike and retracted the kickstand, settling on the seat and balanced the bike with her feet on the ground. Next she flipped the kill switch, disengaged the clutch and pushed the starter button. The powerful engine purred to life.
She stiffened when his arms stroked down her sides and back up to test the weight of her full breasts in his hands. His warm chest pressed against her back. Her breath hissed past her lips as his fingers stroked over her nipples as soft as a butterfly’s touch. The traitors shriveled immediately into tight painful buds and he reacted immediately, pinching them softly. He kissed the soft skin in the curve of her neck. He pulled it between his lips and sucked hard forcing a sensual purr to rumble in her throat.
The moment his lips left her neck she released the clutch lever and twisted the fuel throttle. Her bike shot forward, ripping her from his arms. She looked in her rearview mirror. He stood tall and straight, his hands low on his hips watching her speed away.
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