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Authors: Sabel Simmons
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
“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 perfection. 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.