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"You know, Belle, Ricky is an extremely talented man. He's the man in demand. He's used to getting all the finer things in life." I raise an eyebrow at him. "Everyone wants him. He’s very busy. I just wouldn't want you to be disappointed."

"Oh? That's very generous of you to look after my needs and concerns. But you certainly don't have to, thank you." I coldly reply. Is he implying that I'm not good enough for his friend?

As I feel the anger rising inside me as I process his remarks, I look up to see the tall blonde getting closer to Ricky. To my horror, she leans over to try to kiss him on the lips. Ricky seems surprised and steps back. She grabs his wrist and pushes forward again to kiss him.

I go cold inside. I’ve seen enough. I shouldn’t be surprised, I guess, as I choke back the tears. I just know that I can't be here anymore.

"I… I’ve got to go. I don't feel well. If Ricky's looking for me, tell him… Oh whatever," I sputter as I run out. I look up for a brief moment to see Edward look puzzled at me. He looks behind him to see what's happening, then he smirks. I run out faster, my vision blurred by tears.

I don't know why I even put myself through this. I was just fine before him. God, I was such a fool! I scream at myself, unable to take solace in anything. I half speed walk and run back to my bungalow. I just need to leave this place as soon as possible.

As I enter my bungalow, I roughly brush the tears back. It was for the best, I tell myself. It's about time that I leave this place and him behind forever. As I grab my suitcase and start packing quickly, I have old visions of fighting with my ex-boyfriend in my head taunting me. I may not have a lot of experience, but I wonder if all guys are the same.

I just made the mistake of trusting my ex-boyfriend for all these years, when he'd been playing me for a fool and cheating on me repeatedly with a slew of random women. I don't know why I would think Ricky would be any different. Especially with his drop dead good looks, incredible talent and charm, and his track record of catching the eye of every woman within sight.

I need to pack faster. I storm around my room grabbing items and tossing them in my suitcase. He did me a favor, I tell myself. The faster I put all this behind me and move on, the better I can keep my sanity and move on with my life. I'm done.

My phone beeps loudly. I roll my eyes at the unwelcome text interruption. Of course, it's Ricky. He asks if everything is okay. He says he's concerned. I narrow my eyes at my phone and throw it on the bed. Pretty soon, it'll all be a distant memory anyway. I turn to my laptop and double check my travel plans. It takes just a moment to e-mail Julia about picking me up at the airport along with my itinerary.

Then there is a loud knock at my door. "Belle, it's me, Ricky. Open the door."

I roll my eyes as I look towards the door before I walk over angrily. I throw the door open and stare him down.

"Yes?" I can't help but see red. Why isn't he down the beach kissing that blonde bimbo? Why is he wasting my time? This isn’t me. But suddenly I’m consumed with anger.

"Belle, what's going on? I had to practically beat it out of Edward. He said you weren't feeling well?"

I shoot him an icy stare before I slowly turn around to continue packing. "No, I was suddenly feeling a little sick to my stomach. Listen, I'm in the middle of something now. I need to get ready to go back." He's silent.

After a brief pause, I blurt out, "Why don't you go back to that blonde girl? You two looked cozy." I try to hold back the tears as I feel my anger rising, ready to choke me.

"Oh my God, Belle. Is that what this is all about? I had no interest in her, I swear. I pushed her off and told her I wasn't interested at all. Then I look up and see you running off. You have to believe me, Belle. I just want to be with you. Why else would I be here right now?"

He gets close to me and takes my hand into his as he stares deeply into my eyes. I can't ignore him anymore. My face, my emotions begin to soften at his words and his sincere plea. His hands come up to my face to gently brush along my jaw line. "Belle, I mean it. I just want to spend every last moment with you. No one else."

I shiver a little under his gentle touch, his sweet words and silky soft voice. "Ricky, I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. It just took me by surprise and I simply reacted. I'm glad you're here." I smile at him softly. Truth is, he’s here with me and not down by the bonfire with that blonde bimbo or any other girl for that matter. I surprised myself with the intense emotions that took over when I saw him with her.

"Ricky, my last long-term relationship…he cheated on me many times with many women. When I saw her trying to kiss you, I don't know…I guess I just freaked out." I feel embarrassed but want to explain myself.

"Hush, Belle. You don't have to explain and you don't have to worry." He leans over and pulls me close to him in a warm, tight embrace. He feels so amazing and comfortable, like home. Soon his warm, hard, muscular body presses against mine, making me breathe a little heavier. His soft lips graze my neck and quickly find my lips.

In a flash, he has me pinned down on the bed. We stare into each other’s eyes as he holds my wrists down. He comes back down to kiss me passionately as we tumble around the bed. Our clothes go flying off as we can't wait to hold our naked bodies close together. I've been waiting for this moment all day.

"Belle, I can't believe you ran off like that. I think I may have to punish you a little for not trusting me," he teases. I look at him a little warily. Is he kidding? I smile tentatively at him.

"I'm not kidding," he says coldly. For a minute, I'm a little alarmed. He pulls out silk scarves from his pants pocket. "I have to make sure you don't get away this time," he winks at me with a sexy smile. I giggle back. Okay, I'm open-minded enough to go along, I think. He surprises me and quickly flips my body around on the bed so that my face is almost smashed against the soft bed. I gasp as he pulls my arms back and binds my wrists together with his silk scarf.

"Don't worry, baby. This won't hurt…too much." I raise an eyebrow but I don't think he can see nor does he care.

Oddly I feel excited, turned on by what he might have in store for me. He pulls my body up by the ties abruptly and over his lap. My fully naked body is pressed into his lap. I feel his hard erection poking me in the lower stomach, and am extremely aware of my moistness on my inner thighs. His hand comes up and glides in between my thighs.

"Oh baby, that's nice. I see you're already ready for me. Good girl. But you know you've been a bad girl tonight, running out on me like that, right?" His voice is sexy yet mildly threatening in a really hot way. I bite my lower lip.

Before I can answer, I feel his hands caressing my ass. Within a second, he removes them and swiftly smacks me hard squarely against my ass. The loud smack of stinging skin rings in my ears and lights up my backside. "Ow! Oh my God! What the…" Again, his hand comes down swiftly and fiercely, smacking against my already sensitive butt cheek. I bite my lip hard in pain this time. Maybe I shouldn't say anything.

"Now, that's much better. Since it's your first offense, I may take it easier on you tonight," he whispers to me as he roughly caresses my stinging flesh. The sensitive heat and stinging on my butt are somehow erotically soothed by his big warm strong hands grabbing and kneading my sensitive skin.

He alternates between grabbing handfuls of my sensitive ass, with sliding his fingers in between my thighs, probing my growing wetness. I can feel and hear him breathing harder. His erection is pushing into me painfully.

"Oh yes, Belle, I see you like a little punishment, you bad girl you." He whispers in a really turned on tone. I squirm helplessly as he slides and drags his fingers along my soaking wet folds. He slowly sinks a digit deep inside me. I groan softly and deeply, thrusting my hips back, wanting more.

He pulls me up and pushes me back down on the bed in a similar awkward position. My face is down against the bed pillow but he's pushed up my hips so my ass is sticking out exposed. My wrists are still bound together in an awkward way. He pushes my legs farther apart and comes in closer.

"Oh baby, I've been wanting to do this all day. You taste and feel so damn good. So hot, so sexy." He whispers as he comes forward and pushes me deeper into the bed. He grabs a hold of my hips and with a forceful thrust, pierces my pussy with his incredible hardness. I gasp as the immense pressure fills me completely. I start panting as he thrusts hard, relentlessly slamming into me aggressively. It's almost like he's punishing me with his rough play.

Only after a few seconds of his hardness mercilessly pounding my slippery wet pussy, it builds incredible pressure within me. He slams against my throbbing clit as my wetness drenches him. I can't hold back any longer. I scream half into the bed and half out into the room. All I hear is the sound of our skin relentlessly slapping as he drills me harder in desperate passion. I scream as he pounds my intense orgasm through me.

I feel my muscles contract and clench tightly around him as my walls spasm with my all-consuming release. I moan through the aftershocks and then feel him suddenly tense up. "Oh baby, you're so damn hot. Oh God, I'm going to come," he whispers urgently. I feel his member jerk around inside me for a second before he pulls out and rubs himself in the crack of my ass. I feel his warmth on my backside and in between my cheeks. He groans and falls forward pulling me down with him.

We're both panting desperately to catch our breath. He quickly unties me and uses the scarf to help clean me up. We embrace and fall into the bed with some more mad, passionate kisses. He was the most incredible kisser I've ever known. I smile and moan into his delicious warm kisses.

After we take a moment to clean up and get comfortable in my bed again, we turn toward each other to hold each other tight. "You're sleeping over tonight? You really should. I mean, you're more than welcome to. It's getting late so why don't you stay," I whisper to him with a smile.

"Absolutely, beautiful. You couldn't drag me away," he winks at me with a tired but satisfied smile. We sink into each other’s arms and under the covers. As we snuggle our warm, naked bodies together, I can feel myself slowly drifting off. But before I do, I can't stop wondering. Would I ever see him again after this trip? Would I ever find out who he really is? There are so many odd and intriguing hints, why is he so mysterious anyway?

All I know is that I've never been happier than this week, and I really needed it. I sigh quietly in his arms, trying to enjoy the moment but knowing that our time here was quickly ending. I guess that it can only be left up to fate, and I decide that I don't have the capacity to worry about this now. Tomorrow is another day. In my last trying relationship, I've learned that I just need to take things one day at a time. I hear Ricky's voice in my head. The other night he said something about not ruining the perfect moment with worry. I reflect on how smart that really is.

I decide to take Ricky's wise advice. I am just going to enjoy and revel in this current, perfect moment with him. I've never felt more amazing. I close my eyes and truly savor the incredible moment, right here, right now with him. I would have never thought my work trip would’ve turned out to be like this. That I would meet a man like him.

But then I wonder, who is he anyway? In my mind's eye, I see Edward telling me again that Ricky's a rich, talented and successful man in demand. Then I see Ricky's expert dance moves at the club, then Ricky serenading me at the bonfire with his silky smooth voice and perfect lyrics. Is he some kind of rich rock star? Mm, my rockstar billionaire. I grin softly at the sudden odd thought and it slightly jolts me awake. Would I ever get to the bottom of this? But soon my thoughts start to run together again as I get sleepier.

As I slowly drift off to sleep, I snuggle up and hold him tighter. My lips slowly curl in a satisfied grin. For the first time in a very long time, I realize I'm truly happy. No matter what happens, I know I will always remember this trip.

The End

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Chapter One

Heidi would do anything. That's what they all said.

She was little more than a glorified go-fer, anyway, running across town to fetch props for the shoot and two dozen hot coffees, or lugging cameras and equipment and trudging after the photographer. There was also making sure the models had exactly what they wanted, when they wanted, and how they wanted it. That was the worst part of the job.

"I
said
half caf decaf mocha latte!"

Heidi ducked as the tall, nude figure threw the full coffee towards the wastebasket but missed, the cup tipping over and leaking out onto the floor.

"I'm sorry." Heidi knelt to mop up the mess.

"Forget it." The woman snorted—Heidi thought the tall blonde's name was Daniella—waving her off. "Maggie!"

A short, pudgy woman hurried in from the front of the trailer. "I'm sorry, sweetie, Chloe was having problems with her straps."

Heidi slipped out of the trailer, leaving one of the coffee trays for the girls and took the other, going to find the crew.

"Argh! This is a latte!" Ty grimaced, handing it back to her and waving her off. "Not mine."

"I'm sorry." Heidi apologized again, knowing that she couldn't fix her mistake now unless she got back into the car and trekked the three miles to Starbucks.

Lenny, one of the crew, looked over from where he was setting up the tripod. "Ty, we'd better get the girls out here while the light is good. Where’s the artist? Wasn't she supposed to be here by five?"

Lenny came over and grabbed a coffee, smiling at her and winking. "Black. I'm easy, baby."

She smiled back, her eyes dropping to the sand. Her watch said it was 5:32 a.m. and the sun was just coming up over the horizon.

"Do you want me to get the girls?" Heidi sighed, glancing back at the trailer where the models were changing.

"Fucking Kaiser's coming out here." Ty fiddled with his camera. "I hate shoots when he shows up."

Heidi's eyes widened and she looked between them. "
The
Kaiser?
Warren
Kaiser?"

"Speak of the devil." Lenny pointed over Heidi's shoulder with his eyes.

Ty sighed, fumbling his camera, but not looking back. "Shit."

"He likes the swimsuit shoots," Lenny whispered to her as he passed.

"Gentlemen!" Warren Kaiser looked as out of place on a morning beach in his suit and tie as a poodle in the pound. "Let's start the engines, shall we?"

He strode toward them
, swinging a finely crafted cane that sank into the sand as he walked. The cane could have served to give him a jaunty look, like old black and white movies, Heidi thought, or might even have made him appear older than his years, but somehow it did neither. Despite his salt and pepper hair, the man retained quite a youthful appearance, his eyes bright and sharp, and when his mouth twisted into a smile, there was something almost cruel about it. Still, he was attractive, his shoulders broad even in a suit. He seemed to fill the whole beach the moment he arrived.

Kaiser dug the point of his cane into the sand
when he stopped short, leaning on it and crossing one foot in front of the other. The gesture was so suave and urbane it might have seemed silly had another man done such a thing, but this man…it seemed he could do almost anything without losing that bold sense of presence. That was it, Heidi thought, her breath catching in her throat when his gaze fell on her. He was fearless. Absolutely fearless.

"I'll go get the girls." He
idi avoided the tall man's gaze, but she felt them as she moved carefully around him, noticing the exposed bottom of his shoe as she passed.

"Testoni!" Heidi stared
for a moment at the feather images hot-stamped into the soles. The man was standing on the beach, unmindful of the sand the toe of his fifteen-hundred-dollar shoe was resting in.

"God bless you!" Lenny snorted.

"Good eye." Warren Kaiser’s voice was deep and filled with a quiet authority Heidi had never in her life heard. The sound instantly drew her gaze upward and the man with the cane and the salt and pepper hair looked curiously down at her, his interest clearly piqued. His eyes were dark and quietly assessing her.

Lenny nudged Heidi's shoulder with his. "The girls—Daniella?"

"Going," she breathed, trying to make her heart stop racing.

She swore she felt the heat of the man’s eyes following her toward the trailer.
Normally they set up the portable beach cabanas, but this was going to be a five day shoot, and there would be different models every day, so Kaiser had sprung for a trailer.

Inside, there was a flurry of activity, girls everywhere in various states of undress, the costume women tucking and folding and taping.
Heidi took a moment to try to compose herself, blinking, her eyes adjusting, but all she could think about was the man on the beach, the one who had noticed her, if just for a moment.

“What do you want?” One of the models, a tall, lanky redhead, frowned in her direction.

"Daniella?" Heidi looked around for the tall blonde in the midst of bodies.

"She's in the bathroom!" One of the girls held her arms above her head, her breasts bare, as
a costumer taped them together.

"Daniella?" Heidi knocked on the door. No one answered, but she heard the distinct sounds of vomiting. She knocked again. Nothing.

Making her way back through the flutter of activity, she discovered outside that Lenny had found a chair for Mr. Kaiser. He sat, his cane propped against the arm, his hands folded over his chest and his legs stretched out, his fifteen-hundred dollar Italian shoes crossed in the sand. Again, it was almost a ridiculous pose, but he pulled it off somehow.

"Lenny," she whispered, motioning to him. "I think Daniella's got the stomach flu. She's in the bathroom throwing up."

"That's not the flu!" He laughed, rolling his eyes. "That's Dunkin Donuts reversing gears!"

"Oh." Heidi flushed, noticing Mr. Kaiser watching them
again. She could almost swear he was smiling at her naiveté, his head cocked in her direction.

"Heidi, come here!" Ty called. He was looking through his camera towards the surf.

"I'll get her. You go." Lenny nudged Heidi toward the photographer as he headed for the trailer. Heidi waited patiently while Ty fiddled with the camera. He glanced over at her, frowning, eyeing her up and down.

He pointed. "See that towel out there?" She nodded, shifting uncomfortably. Mr. Kaiser was still watching them and his eyes on her made her feel too small in her skin. "Go stand on it." He looked through the camera again. "I need to get a reading, and I can't do it without a subject."

Heidi trotted obediently out to stand on the towel. From this angle, she could see Mr. Kaiser looking at her, tilting his head to the side so he could peer around Ty standing at the tripod. She wished he would stop looking at her. His eyes on her made her whole body feel flushed.

"Hey!" Ty looked over the camera at her. "Take off your top."

"What?" she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear her. She was flushed now, she was sure of it.

"Come on!" He waved his hand impatiently, looking through the camera again. "Let's go!"

Heidi glanced at Mr. Kaiser, who was leaning a little further now around Ty as she obediently crossed her hands in front of her and grabbed the edge of her t-shirt, wishing she had actually put on a bra this morning. Was she actually going to do this? Oh god, was she really?

She wanted to close her eyes in shame and become invisible, to run to the trailer and hide. They had asked her to do a lot of things, a lot of demeaning and degrading and humiliating things, but this—this was too much!

Mr. Kaiser’s eyes grew dark as she began to slowly lift her t-shirt—too slowly for Ty’s taste, and he kept calling her to hurry up, they were burning daylight—and something in the man’s expression suddenly shifted things inside of her. Mr. Kaiser gave a brief nod of his head when she hesitated, her shirt stretched just below her breasts, his jaw tightening, his lips curling into a cruel version of an almost-smile. It was all of that and none of it. She didn’t understand, but her shame and fear and hesitation disappeared. Kaiser was telling her, she was sure he was, that he wanted her to do it, and she did, pulling her shirt over her head and standing there topless, her flesh exposed for everyone’s eyes.

But the only eyes she cared about were Kaiser’s.

“Finally!” Ty did something behind the camera and the spell was broken. She pulled her t-shirt close, holding it modestly in front of her breasts, feeling the heat of her blush and staring at the tips of Mr. Kaiser's shoes. And still, she could feel his eyes on her, like a heat.

"More skin!" Ty called.

She glanced toward the trailer, hoping to see Daniella and Lenny magically appear, but no such luck. She couldn’t, not again. She imagined finding a dark corner and hiding in it. It was enough humiliation, enough…

But it wasn’t enough, and while it was Ty doing the asking—demanding, really—it was Kaiser she obeyed. When her eyes met his, they smoldered, his gaze like fire sweeping over her, leaving her burning, her whole body aflame.
He wants me to do it.
She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. And it was more than that. He didn’t just want her to… he was waiting, watching, to see if she really would.

Biting her lip and taking a deep breath, she dropped her arms to her sides,
fully exposing herself. Her nipples immediately hardened in the breeze. Her face was on fire with shame, but she straightened her shoulders when she met Kaiser’s dark gaze and saw that slight twisted smile. Why did it matter to her that he was pleased? But it did…and he was.

"
Okay!" Ty waved her in. "Got it!" Quickly pulling her shirt back over her head and willing the flush out of her cheeks, she walked toward the photographer.

"You didn't take any pictures, did you?" Heidi watched Ty as he looked through the camera and then out to the horizon again.
She was trying hard not to look over at the man with the cane.

Ty
snorted. "Of you?" Her blush deepened as the trailer door banged open behind them and Daniella pushed Lenny out onto the sand.

"Fucking pervert!" she hissed, weaving around him. "Next time, send in Miss Cauliflower for Brains—at least she's a girl." Lenny laughed as he brushed himself off and one of the other girls grabbed the trailer door and shut it.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Daniella flounced past Ty. "Where do you want me?"

"It's already been quite a show." Mr. Kaiser pu
t his hands behind his head, looking pointedly at Heidi.

"Mr. Kaiser!" In an instant, the model's voice was thick with
honey and now Heidi felt like she needed to go do a food-reversal herself.

"Heidi, can you help me?" It was Maggie, sticking her head out the trailer door.

"Lenny, find out where that damned artist is!" Ty waved Daniella toward the towel.

Heidi saw Lenny dig his cell phone out of his pocket, but it wasn't long before the henna artist showed up to
start painting the girls and Heidi found herself blissfully distracted from Mr. Kaiser. The artist was a dark-haired woman, all soft curves and long legs, and dark blue-black hair that hung to her waist. Heidi held her paints and watched, fascinated, as she painted patterns over each girl's skin, sealing the henna with some sort of glittery paint before sending them on their way.

Daniella came back in to get hers, and complained the whole time about having to hold still. Heidi had to run to the refrigerator to get her an Evian twice, but she didn't mind sitting in the cool trailer and watching. Lenny and Ty didn't seem to be missing her, although she knew that with all the girls out on the beach, she should probably go out there, too.

The truth was, she didn’t want to see Kaiser. Yes, that was the truth. Wasn’t it?

"Do you want one?" The black-haired woman looked at her after Daniella left, turning her coal-black eyes to Heidi as she cleaned her syringe.

"Me?" Heidi glanced toward the door, biting her lip, considering.

"You have lovely hands." The woman grabbed one and turned it over, running her fingers over the curve of Heidi's knuckles. "Perhaps something here?"

Heidi
shrugged and let her paint, watching as the syringe left a dark brown trail over her skin. It just looked like squiggly lines and dots at first, but eventually, she was able to discern a leafy, paisley pattern as the woman worked.

"It's really beautiful." Heidi’s blonde head bent close to the woman's dark one. "Have you been doing it long?"

"Since I was a girl." The woman glanced up with a smile. "There...do you like it?"

Heidi held
her hand out, admiring. "Yes...thank you."

"Heidi!" It was Ty, pounding at the trailer door, making her jump up with a gasp.

"Gotta go." She headed for the door.

"Wait!" the woman called after her. "I need to seal your—"

Heidi knew Ty's mad voice when she heard it, and her heart was beating fast as she shut the trailer door behind her.