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Sweet Surrender by Angel Steel

              PROLOGUE
             5 Years Ago

      Chantal drove towards her parents’ house, contemplating how she was going to tell them about her new job. She was sick and tired of just making them happy. She was finally doing it for herself and not them. She hated being the only child, but it had its ups and downs. She received everything she wanted when she was younger, but she wanted to learn for herself, now. She had been living in her own place for the last 6 years. Saving the money she worked hard for from her old job as a secretary, but she hated that job and wanted something new. She only went into it, as her father had found the job for her. She couldn’t tell her father that she quit and started a new one, especially doing something that he would never approve of.
      She was going to meet up with Ruth, from the real estate about a property she was looking at, down the main street. It was the perfect spot, a cute little shop that would be perfect for what she wanted to do with it. How the hell was she going to explain to her father that she was going to open up her own shop? He’d be angry, of course, but the worst will be when she tells them what kind. She hadn’t told anyone what she was doing, not even her best friend Skylar, who she missed dearly. If she was with her now, it would be so much easier for her to tell them.
      Watching as the cars around her speed by, getting closer to the hell that would hit the roof, she considered telling them something different, but knowing her father, he would find out eventually that she wasn’t working at his best friend’s firm. She never wanted to be there, but only did it to make him happy. But not anymore, it was time for her to stand on her own two feet and do what she wanted to do for a living.
      Maybe she should just call them, and say that she was busy doing something other than driving to their place. But she knew that wouldn’t work, as her father or mother would drive to her place, or even worse her old workplace.
      Chantal changed lanes to pass the car in front, as she passed, a loud bang erupted from the side of the car, unknowing if it was hers or the car beside her. Screaming, she gripped the steering wheel harder and felt it shake in her hands. Unsure as to what it was, she merged off the lane onto the shoulder and pulled to a stop. She didn’t need this now, of all the days for this to happen, it wasn’t today.
      Sliding out of her Ford, she walked around to the side she heard the noise. Chantal noticed straight away that her back tire was flat. “Damn it.” She groaned. Looking around her surroundings, she was nowhere near to the closest gas station. She wasn’t going to hail down someone to help her; she was brought up better than that. Walking back, she reached for her purse and pulled out her mobile. Bringing up her father’s number, as she hit dial, it cut out, due to no service, great. This was the wrong day for this, she had to meet the agent later in the afternoon, to check out the shop, it was the only day left if she was still interested in buying it. Ruth had told her they had several people that wanted to purchase the shop, but she was holding it for her.
      Chantal held her phone in the air, trying to get any kind of service. Walking back and forth near her car, she really didn’t want to be stuck here, with no way to contact anyone, let alone try and convince someone to help her. Sliding down the side of her car, she needed to think of what to do, since she couldn’t get any reception. Leaning her head against her knees, although hard to do, in the skirt she was wearing, she was faced away from traffic to keep a little bit of modesty about herself. She didn’t want to cause an accident by the view that she would be showing.
      After God knows how long she sat there, with still no service, she was ready to stop one of the drivers that sped past her. Not one of them even stopped to offer any help. She was on the verge of screaming out in frustration, when a rumbling of a bike caught her attention. Where the hell was the bike? Looking under her car towards the highway, she saw two wheels on the opposite side, parked. Lowering her body to the ground, after looking further around, she couldn’t see anyone that was with it. A dark shadow fell over her body, and she stiffened.
      “Miss, are you alright?”
      Oh my God. That voice was sexy as sin. Breathing slowly, please be at least good looking, she thought. Sitting up, as graceful as she could, but it never happened; her skirt pulled higher up her thighs and she felt the stare of the stranger following the rise of it. Blushing, she gripped onto the car door, ready to lift herself up.
      “Let me help you up.” The stranger offered.
      Raising her hand to him, she was pulled up ever so gently, against his chest. Where did this guy come from? Moving back a little to see what he looked like, Chantal lost her breath at the amazing sight before her.
      Black hair, light blue eyes the color of the ocean, tanned to perfection from what she could see from his face and arms. He was wearing a pair of jeans that looked sinful on him, a black t-shirt which emphasized his chest and arms. And those boots were huge on his feet. He had the cutest dimple on his left cheek, and she could just make out a light dusting of freckles across his nose. Damn, this guy was fine, where in the world had he been hiding?   

      Shaking all the thoughts of what she wanted to do to this specimen of a man, she moved out of his reach. Smoothing her skirt down, she felt a little uncomfortable that she was close to showing what she had on underneath. Looking back at him, she blushed as he watched her straighten her skirt.
      Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked over at her car, “Are you having car troubles?” He asked.
      “Yeah, my tyre blew out, I was trying to get service on my phone and call for a tow truck, but I don’t have any service.” Chantal replied.
      “Do you have a spare? I can change it for you so you can get on your way. If you waited for a tow truck you might be here for a while.”
      “I don’t want to inconvenience you, I’m sure they won’t take that long.” She murmured.
      His phone started ringing; Chantal watched as he lifted it up to check the caller ID, shaking his head, he placed it back in his pocket.
      “It’s no inconvenience at all, darling. My name is Dominic Grayson. I’m here to service you anyway I can.” Dominic said with a smile on his face.
      Why did he have to go and say that? She could think of many ways that he could service her, but nothing to do with the car. Lifting her hand out to him, “I’m Chantal Winters.”
     Checking her out from her feet up, he lingered his gaze on her body then proceeded to look in her eyes, and grinned, “Well, nice to meet you Chantal, such a pretty name for a gorgeous girl.”
     Blushing further, and wrapping her arms around herself, she tried to hide her nipples that had hardened against her top, which was very noticeable. His voice sent a wave of pleasure through her, straight to her core.
Moving closer to her he asked her, “Do you have a spare in the boot?”
      Unsure that she could reply the right answer in a normal voice, she nodded instead. She watched as Dominic walked over and popped the boot, lifted out her spare tyre and jack. Walking over to the side of the car with the tyre, he dumped the spare beside the flat one. Kneeling down, he jacked the back end up, and started to loosen the bolts.
He made it look so simple, but she had never in her life changed a tyre, let alone anything else to do with her Ford. Leaning against the side, Chantal watched the movement of the muscles in his arms work, it was sexy as hell. She could stand there all day and watch that view.
      “You will have to get a new tire when you get that one fixed.” He said pointing to the one on the ground. “This one is bald, how far do you have to go?”
      Glancing towards the road, she whispered, “Umm, about 15 klms on the highway, then 4 klms in.”
      “You’re heading to Greens View?” Dom asked.
      “Yes, to my parents’ house. Then I need to go over to Glacier.”
      “I don’t think you will be able to make it to Glacier on that tyre, especially with the cops around.”
      “I’ll get a new one before I head over there, but I need to be at my parents’ house soon.” She replied.
     “I’ll have it changed for you in no time.” He told her with a smile.
Chantal watched as he ripped the old one off and replaced it with the spare, in under five minutes. If she had attempted that, it would have taken her all day to do the exact same job. Placing the old tyre and jack in her boot and closing it, he moved toward her wiping his hands on his shirt, giving her a glimpse of what was under that shirt. She could just make out his six pack and he was as tanned there as he was on his face and arms. Damn, it really was getting hot out here, fanning herself against the flush that overcame her while viewing his body. He was definitely a walking wet dream.
      Dominic lifted his hand to her face and lightly touched her cheek, making her suck in a breath at the contact. “You feeling alright?”
      “I’m fine.” Jesus! There was no way she was going to tell him that she got a hot flush just by looking at him. Moving aside, “Thank you for changing it. You really didn’t have to, Dominic.”
      “Call me Dom. I do that for a living. I’m a mechanic at my friend’s workshop ten minutes from here.”
      I wonder if he fixes all those cars shirtless? Maybe she should pull out a wire, or something just to see if he does, she thought grinning to herself.
      Dom pulled out his business card, “If you ever need any repairs on your car, give me a call, and we can arrange it.” Reaching for the card he was offering, Chantal slowly pulled her hand away. Dominic reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth and lightly kissed it.
      “Thank you.” She panted.
      “It was my pleasure, Chantal.” He answered seductively.
      What was with this guy? He was a walking, talking sex god.
      Dominic walked over, lifted his helmet over his head and started his bike, jerking the stand up, he saluted her, and gunned it up the highway.
      Sex on legs and a bloody motorcycle. What more could a girl want? If she ever dated someone like him, her parents wouldn’t approve of him, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be with someone that made her happy, not her parents. She jumped back in her car, and pulled out, driving towards her parents’. Chantal never believed in love at first sight, she thought it was a load of crap, until she met Dominic. The butterflies in her stomach were one sign, her heartbeat accelerated when he was near; even his voice did that too. Taking the turn off to Greens View, she thought to herself, I have never been in love, but I have a feeling this is what it would be like. That was the day Chantal fell in love with Dominic.
 

Chapter 1

      Dominic’s plans did not include spending his New Years with Elisa. He wanted it with someone else, but knew it would never happen like he wanted. Parking his truck out back of his place, he walked inside. Leaning against the door, he knew she was down in his bedroom, kneeling on the bed, waiting for him. His cock was hard, ready to fulfill what they both wanted, but it really wasn’t her that he wanted. Slipping his jacket off, and throwing it over the couch, he moved towards the bedroom. Opening the door, his eyes automatically went to the bed, and he hissed in a breath. Elisa was on all fours, head down, hands laid out ready to be tied. She was wearing fishnet stockings, a garter belt and thong, nothing else. At the end of the bed lay his equipment for the night. Closing the door behind him, Dom slowly moved over to the bed, and ran his hand from her foot, up her leg, then over her back. Grabbing a handful of her red hair, he yanked her head back.
      “Look at me!” Dom growled. Elisa’s eyes shot straight to him. “I have something special planned for you tonight. Are you ready to take it however I give it to you, Elisa?”
      “Yes, Sir.” She panted.
      Letting go of her hair, his placed the padded handcuffs on each wrist, and did the same to her ankles. “How’s this?” He asked.
      “Just the way I like it, Sir.”
      Dom placed pillows under Elisa’s hips for comfort, as he knew there was no way that she would stay that way for too long, and wanted to make sure she was content. She relaxed a little against the pillows and waited patiently for him to begin.
      Dom looked at all the items that were placed on the bed, but he wanted something a little different tonight. Walking over to his closet he unwrapped his whip from the hook. He loved this baby. It was the first one he bought, the craftsmanship of the whip was exquisite. He very rarely pulled it out. He was saving it for someone else but knew she wasn’t into the kind of stuff he was into. She was too nice to his naughty, and if there was ever a chance of them getting together, he didn’t know how long he could hold back his full blown desires for her. It was hard holding back now when they were around each other, with what he wanted to do to her. Dominic knew it wouldn’t last that long before his ferocious desires broke from him.
      He had been holding it back for five years now, and it was getting harder and harder every time he was around her. That was why he never spent that much alone time with her in one hit. He wanted to just tell her what he was into and what he expected from her. Only the answer would scare her off from him, that’s why he kept it to himself because he loved being around her.
      “Sir?”
      Shaking all thoughts aside from the one he wanted most. “Are you ready?”
      “Yes.”
      The whip came down hard, across her bare legs.
      “Yes, what?” Dom growled.
      “Yes, Sir.” Elisa moaned.
      He had to stop thinking about her and concentrate on Elisa, but it was so hard, when all he could picture was, her lying down on his bed, blonde hair spread out across his sheets, watching as the whip came down on her beautiful body, and wondered exactly what she would taste like. Just thinking that made him harder than he had ever been in his life.
      He didn’t want vanilla sex with her, he couldn’t handle that. He wanted the whole lot. Shaking his head he lifted the whip again, and cracked it against her thighs, harder this time, knowing she was soaking wet from it. “Do you want more?”
      “Please, Sir.” She groaned.
      Undoing the button of his jeans readying himself, Dom lifted the whip and cracked it against her ass. The marks left from the whip turned him on so much, he began panting himself. As he was about to move closer to the bed, a noise from behind him caught his attention and he spun around.
      “Chantal?” What the hell was she doing here, in his Goddamn bedroom, he asked himself? He could see the shock on her face at what she had witnessed, and knew that it was never going to happen between them. He didn’t want her to find out this way about his extracurricular activities.
      “Chantal,” he said. Shaking her head, she turned and ran out the door. “
Chantal
,” Dom yelled again.
      Dom chased her down the hallway into the kitchen. He had to stop her before she got outside, and he had to find out why she was here. He grabbed Chantal around her waist, and pulled her against his chest. Breathing heavily, “What are you doing here?”
      “Let me go!”
      “Why are you here, Chantal?” he asked, again. Dom removed his arm from around her waist, but held onto her arm. When she turned around, he saw what she was wearing. “What the hell are you wearing?” he growled. That outfit was the sexiest thing he had ever seen her wear. The whole thing was see through, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Damn it
. He was glad in a way that she made it here in the outfit, but no, she shouldn’t have arrived in it. Someone could've stopped her and God knows what would have happened then.
      “I came to drop off your Christmas present. I didn’t get a chance to give it to you that day because you left before I got there,” she whispered.
      “What is that you’re wearing?” he snarled. He couldn’t understand why she was here in his house wearing the red lingerie.
      “What was going on in there? Who is that girl?” she murmured.
      Fuck
. Dom forgot all about Elisa tied to his bed, waiting for him. That’s what Chantal did to him; every time she was around he couldn’t think of anything but her. She had to go; she shouldn’t be here at all. Dom started pulling her towards the door. “You shouldn’t be here.”
      Chantal stopped dead in her tracks. “What’s going on, Dom?” she demanded. Shaking his head, he didn’t want to explain what was going on in his bedroom. Pulling her to the door, he opened it, and started to push her out. “I came to give you your present, and other things,” she said.
      Dom pulled up short, “What other things?” he asked.
      He watched as she stood tall, and flashed her hand over her body. “Me,” she whispered.
      Dom groaned. Why was she doing this now? Any other time he would have jumped at the opportunity, but he couldn’t. What he was into would make her run far, far away from him.
      “
Dom
,” Elisa called from the bedroom.
      He shook his head. “I need to go, Chantal.” As he started to close the door, she placed her hand on it to stop him.
      “I came here to spend New Year’s Eve with you,” she said. “Are you with that girl?” she whispered.
      He had to break it to her gently, knowing full well it would probably hurt her, but it was the only way to do it. “Chantal, I like you as a friend, but nothing is going to happen past that, okay? Do you understand? You can’t give me what I want,” he growled.
      “What does that mean?” she asked him.
      “This between us,” he said, moving his hand between them. “Stays this way. Nothing more. You’re not my type,” he told her.
      He watched as the words sunk in, then and there and knew he made the wrong choice of words. Chantal pushed past him, moving away from him.
      Dom grabbed her arm, “What are you doing?”
      “I’m grabbing my coat, Dom. Then I’ll be out of here and your life,” she sobbed. Pulling it on, Chantal stomped away from him towards the front door.
“I don’t want you out of my life, Chan,” he said.
“Too bad. You made it pretty clear you don’t want me, if that is what you want, then that’s fine with me; I’m sorry I wasted your time and mine.” He watched as she stormed out of his house towards her car, he couldn’t get there quick enough before she was inside.
      Dom tapped on the window. “That’s not what I meant,” he growled.
      “It doesn’t matter anymore, Dom I’m sick and tired of wasting my time on you, trying to get your attention, or anything out of you. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you again. Goodbye Dominic.” She started the car, reversed out, and screeched off.
      He couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at the spot where her car had been. He had pushed it too far with her. He knew she had tried to get his attention on more than one occasion, but thought it was just a fascination with him, nothing more.
      Why couldn’t he have just told her at the beginning what he wanted from her and for himself, but
no,
he had to keep his thoughts to himself, and now he royally fucked it up with Chantal. Then there was the matter of his second job that only very few of his close friends knew what he did. That was the killer in a relationship. No matter if he discussed it at the beginning as to what he did in that job; it seemed to ruin that relationship. No trust was involved on their part, no matter what he said. That was why Dom hadn’t had a relationship with anyone in a long time. The only kind of relationship he had now was with his clients. He had no problem in the sex department; there were plenty of ladies that were willing to give themselves up to him, but they weren’t the
one
he wanted.  Shaking the thought away, he didn’t want to lose Chantal’s friendship, over something stupid that he did. “Fuck!” He jogged inside to grab his keys, and a shirt, and walked towards the front door, ready to go after her and explain, “Dom?”
      Groaning, he forgot all about Elisa, again. “Shit.”
There was no way he could go after Chantal now. He should let her cool down, and then they would talk about what she saw and what he said to her. Throwing his keys and shirt back onto the couch, he moved towards the bedroom again. He would do what he had to with Elisa, get all this frustration out of his system, them come tomorrow morning he would track her down and explain everything to her, hoping he actually had the guts to tell her the truth behind it. And she was going to listen to everything he had to say whether she liked it or not.