Chapter
One
Khristen
Roberts cleared her throat. “Excuse me, but you’re sitting in my seat.”
“Oh?”
The casually dressed man made no effort to move from the seat he boldly
sprawled his body across. He sat as if he owned this entire section of the
plane, especially the two seats he now occupied.
“Listen,
if you want the window seat, that’s just fine with me. There’ll be nothing to
see but water, anyway.” Khristen Roberts forced a polite smile. She stood
waiting for the man to remove his legs from the only empty set left in first
class. She wasn’t about to sit in coach. She’d worked too hard and too long for
this vacation and particularly that seat.
Not
even off the ground yet. Who does this guy think he is, anyway?
Perturbed,
Khristen glimpsed her reflection in his mirrored glasses. Not only was the obnoxious,
handsome man sitting in her seat, but his large legs swung over onto her now inherited
seat, as well.
Khristen
took matters in her own hands and pushed the bare, hairy, tanned, muscular legs
out of her way.
“What
the—” The soft, deep voice rang out in surprise as he tore the sunglasses away
from his eyes—eyes the color of clear seawater, brilliant and dangerous.
A
woman could drown in eyes like that.
She
felt herself slipping into their deep waters without a life jacket.
“What’s
going on here?”
Confusion
and disbelief were very much evident in those sea-green eyes, as well as in his
voice. Even the muscles in his biceps seemed to twitch with surprise. Or was it
aggravation?
Serves
him right.
“You,
sir, are in my seat.” Khristen fought to control the building irritation as she
sat down. “I paid good money for it and don’t intend to share it with you or
your legs.”
She
snatched a magazine out from the back of the seat and flipped through it. Not
really seeing the contents of each page, she wondered what lucky star she had
wished on to be stuck next to this despicable hunk all the way to Hawaii.
Despicable was the nicest word she could think of to describe him at the moment.
He was the type who thought muscles and a nice body got him his way. She had
dealt with his kind before. She’d successfully kicked each one to the gutter
each and every time. Well, almost each and every time… but she wasn’t going to
dwell on that mistake.
Khristen
ignored the confusion as the final passengers boarded the plane. She figured it
would be ten minutes or so before they would even begin to taxi out onto the
Los Angeles airport runway.
Khristen
fastened her seat belt and prayed sleep would come for the remainder of her
flight to her long-awaited tropical vacation. As soon as they were in the air,
she would locate a station on the radio and let her mind tune in to some good,
hard ‘80s rock music. Maybe some Van Halen, or Journey, or better yet, David
Lee Roth, anything to make the four-hour trip go faster. She hoped it would
keep her mind from wandering over to the guy who sat next to her—a man who
smelled as good as he looked—all spice and dangerous as hell.
“You
know, you were pretty rude.” The deep, smooth-as-silk, masculine voice pierced
the silence she’d tried to plant between them.
So
much for solitude.
“Me!”
The anger in her eyes reflected off the mirrored sunglasses on her unwelcome
travel companion. “You should talk, Mister My-Future’s-So-Bright-I–Gotta-Wear-Shades.
I’m not the seat-stealer here.” Khristen’s nerves snapped with aggravation.
In
a desperate attempt to calm down before her mouth got her thrown off the plane,
Khristen rested her head against the back of her seat. She closed her eyes,
hoping to put an end to the unwanted conversation. As entertaining as it may
end up, she didn’t want to tempt fate.
Been
there and done that, as the saying goes, in another place and time. No need to
repeat the same mistake.
“That
still doesn’t give you the right—”
“Listen.
It’s going to be a long flight, and if you don’t mind, I’d rather not spend my
time bickering with you. You can have the seat, and let’s just pretend that
neither one of us is sitting next to the other. Okay? Okay,” she said,
clutching the magazine.
While
the stewardess instructed them all on safety procedures, Khristen couldn’t help
notice her fellow traveler kept the silver-framed mirrored sunglasses perched
on his nose. An unquenchable curiosity surged its way to the surface, causing
an all-too-familiar feeling.
Damn
hormones, anyway!
She
felt them start their rampage through her body, and thoughts of the mysterious
stranger mingled with a desire to figure out what he had to hide.
His
body fueled her imagination as she tried to seek out his facial features—the
ones she could see, anyway.
Daddy
always warned me about being too curious. It only gets a girl going down the
wrong path.
Too
bad she hadn’t taken those words to heart the last time she had taken a trip.
A
little hidden inspection couldn’t hurt, could it? Not if she was careful, and
he didn’t notice her giving him the once-over. She was only looking, not
touching, after all. And he’d never know; if he fell asleep with those damn
glasses on.
On
his head sat a well-worn Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap, covering curly,
dark-brown hair that barely peeked out from under the brim. Khristen’s gaze
passed over his partially hidden face from the eyebrows to a somewhat crooked
nose. His mouth seemed to carry a sense of seriousness at the corners of a pair
of full lips—the kind that Khristen imagined could kiss a woman with fiery
passion as easily as lash out a thousand whipping strokes.
A
quick and unnerving surge passed through her body when her gaze followed the
outline of his strong, squared jaw. With the plane ascending, her inspection
rested at the end of his determined chin. A smile played across his lips.
“Like
what you see?” His deep, silky voice challenged with a touch of conceit. Her
eyes revealed everything she was feeling at that moment, if her mirrored
reflection was true.
“Don’t
flatter yourself!” She was scarcely aware of her own voice or the warm glow touching
her cheeks, but she was fully aware that he had messed up her ecosystem without
as much as a touch.
He
smiled fully, showing each and every pearl-white tooth. “Thanks, babe.” He nonchalantly
removed the baseball cap, the tucked-up hair spilling down around his
shoulders.
Despite
her obvious lame protest, she barely muffled the squeak of pleasure when her continued
inspection took in the massive chest with the hair that peeked out the top of
his black tank shirt. A mischievous smile threatened her lips as curiosity took
hold of her again.
Mmmm,
wonder where that leads?
She
felt herself nearly reaching an uncontrollable level. Her warning bell should
have been gonging a thousand times by now but wasn’t.
Her
body filled with natural female desire as Khristen focused on muscular tanned
thighs hidden snugly in a pair of wild-colored spandex shorts. Her heart skipped
a beat when his welltoned thigh muscle twitched.
A
nervous sigh escaped her. She tried with all her might to subdue the unwanted
longing and curiosity that could spell trouble.
Why
do I always seem to go after a challenge?
She
rested her head against the seat and tried in vain to suppress the smile
crossing her face.
Because,
that’s what makes life interesting, and it’s also what gets me in so much
trouble.
Khristen
pushed the thought of herself and the stranger out of her mind until restless
sleep finally fell upon her.
* * * *
It
was all Shadoe could do to keep from laughing. For the first time in years,
here was a woman who didn’t recognize him, or for that matter, even try to be
civil toward him. He knew from the way her body pinked with embarrassment when
she’d been checking him out that she was hot for him. Her gaze shot boiling
lust over him and made him feel as if his clothing had melted from this body,
leaving him naked and vulnerable.
The
last thing he had expected from her was a flare-up. He had always gotten his
way with women before.
Ha,
maybe it was the women who got their way with me.
Rachel,
his ex-wife, had been a prime example. Regardless, this woman was a regular spitfire.
It
had been so long since he’d met a woman who did not crawl all over him that he
was not sure what to do. Being a professional wrestler offered “companion”
opportunities nightly; all he had to do was look around as he left an arena.
He
longed for more than being on the road, and it gnawed at him more as the years
passed. He’d watched his fellow wrestlers leave the business for one reason or
another. One might say his biological clock was ticking.
He
would have retired, quit the business years ago, before the deaths and injuries
to some of his buddies woke him to the fact that the public needed to be
educated about the game. He felt the only way to guarantee the truth was told
to his satisfaction was to have it printed in his own magazine. He owed it to
those fallen and to himself before it all ended for him.
Shadoe
slipped off his glasses and listened to the even breathing from the woman
beside him. Her breath gently raised her breasts. He wondered whether they were
as firm as they appeared.
Good
heavens, man, why can’t they all be as challenging as this one? He
wanted to trace the outline of her full lips with his fingertips, and he ached
to calm the storm that had brewed between them moments ago. The feeling was
unlike any he had ever experienced in his professional or personal life in
quite a while.
Shadoe
slid the glasses back on and turned to gaze out the window—her window—and wondered
whether her hair felt as soft as the passing puffs of clouds looked.
* * * *
“Please
return your trays to their upright...”
The
words echoed softly in Khristen’s mind, bringing her back through the
sleepiness of the last three hours. Stretching to pull her cramped muscles from
their stiffness, she opened her eyes and realized she’d fallen asleep with her
head against her neighbor’s shoulder.
“Well,
she’s back in the world, ready to grace me with her outstanding wit again.”
“Sorry,
forgot you were there.” She set her seat in the upright position. “Out of
sight, out of mind.”
Who
am I kidding? Maybe out of sight, but he firmly planted himself in my dream.
“Are
you sure? That was a pretty sensual moan coming from you just before you
stretched,” he whispered, leaning toward her so close, she felt the warmth of
his breath on her skin.
The
sensual smirk on his face irritated her. He was ever more pompous than she’d
first thought. “If it was, which I highly doubt…” She watched the Maui
landscape come into view over his shoulder. “Rest assured the cause wasn’t
you.”
“Or
maybe you just didn’t realize it was me,” he said.
The
plane’s landing gear bumped the ground. “I think it was you dreaming, not me.
After all, you’re the one with the fixation on yourself.”
“Maybe
so, only I’m never alone in my dreams.” The sharp and assessing look he gave her
sent hot shivers down her spine.
What
is it about this guy? Why do I even give him the time of day?
As
the plane taxied into its arrival gate, their gazes met briefly, causing her
blood to race through her veins. Heat flashed through her face, and she felt he
had read her thoughts—wanton thoughts that surprised even her.
Khristen
shook her head as if to put the marbles back in place. She reached into the overhead
compartment for her overnight bag with him standing next to her as the plane
taxied into the terminal.
“Let
me get that for you.” He placed his hand over hers.
“I’m
perfectly capable of carrying one small piece of luggage.” Her grip tightened
under his.
She
wasn’t about to allow him to help her. She was perfectly capable of handling
her own little overnight bag.
“At
the moment, you don’t look capable of doing anything but taking a cold shower.”
He tried to pull the bag from her as the plane jolted to a stop.
“Leave
me.” Khristen gave her bag one last tug, causing it to open and spilling the
contents onto the floor of the plane.
“Now
see what you’ve done!” She stooped to gather her overturned belongings as
quickly as she could. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone and let her get on
with her life?
“Here,
let me.” Shadoe bent and picked up her things and placed them in the bag,
including her lacy panties and their matching bras. He held her undergarments
between his thumb and forefinger for a moment. Dropping them, he picked up the
nametag dangling outside the case in his hand.
“I
can do it myself.” Khristen grabbed and tossed the tag into the bag with the
last of her things. She snapped the bag shut and headed for the departure door
wondering what act of God had caused her case to fly open when it had been
locked. She had a feeling this was going to be one hell of a vacation.
* * * *
“Khristen
Roberts,” Shadoe whispered to himself as he watched Khristen make her way to the
back of the plane.
There
couldn’t be more than one of her, could there? She had snatched the ID tag
fast, but he thought the city and state on it had read Madison, Wisconsin.
He was still stunned by what he read. Was she his Khristen Roberts? Well, maybe
not his but the magazine’s?
It
had to be her—the woman Ric Scott had recommended for the article that would
most likely end his career. How many Madison, Wisconsin Khristen Roberts could
there be in the world?
He
hoped there was only one—the one who sparked something in him he once thought
did not have a chance to ignite ever again; the one who for a few hours made
him remember he was just a regular Joe, not the Universal Wrestling World
Champion; the very one making her way down the little departure hallway. If he
didn’t follow suit, he’d lose her in the crowd.
He
grabbed his athletic bag and followed her. If he lost her, he would either have
to call all over Maui looking for her or contact Ric Scott to find out where
Khristen Roberts from his newly acquired magazine was staying. As he saw it,
his only option was the former.
~~
Will love bloom in paradise? Or will Shadoe lose this reporter's heart? ~~
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