When Sahara lets her best friend buy her a boyfriend for a week to help her forget about her latest failed relationship, she has no idea that Hayden Alexander would be everything she desired. But when a phone call in the middle of the night reveals a terrible secret about Hayden, Sahara 's world comes crashing down and soon she finds herself reliving a terrible nightmare that she has tried to forget.
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 13,288
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, August 2008
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
The phone rang.
Sahara excused herself. She made a rude noise when she saw the number on the call display.
“It’s only because you’re my best friend that I don’t come over to your place and strangle you,” Sahara greeted.
“He told you didn’t he? I told him not to until the week was over. Why don’t men listen? But you have to admit, his idea was amazing.”
“Oh, it was. I told him too bad it wasn’t a real service. Thanks for going along with it, he is rather delicious looking.”
“Probably tastes good too. I told you you’d like him. And he’s real sweetheart too.”
Hayden had cleared the table, and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Before he went down the hall, he caught her eye and winked. She grinned. She heard the bathroom door close a few moments later.
“Hey, you still there? Was he nibbling on your neck or something?”
“Why does your mind always go in that direction?”
“What other direction is there?”
“I’ll talk to you later.” She headed down the hall to her bedroom.
* * * *
When Hayden walked into the bedroom, Sahara looked up from her Blackberry. Her eyes devoured his nakedness. He was even more gorgeous naked than she had imagined. He moved a little to give her a full frontal view. She blushed right to her toes. She got up from the bed to rummage through her drawers for her pjs. From the corner of her eye, she saw him leaning up against the wall.
“You all right? You look flushed. You aren’t coming down with something are you? Don’t tell me I have to play doctor now? Not that I would mind, of course,” he said with a mischievous grin.
“If I strutted in here naked, would you be all right?”
“Not sure. Do it and let’s see.”
She smiled. “You’re going to play this Males Inc. scenario to the hilt, aren’t you? Okay, fine, I’ll play along. Just do me a favor, warn me the next time you’re going to strut about naked, so I won’t stare.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I noticed. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Didn’t you just take one?”
“I can take another one, if I have company.”
She shook her head.
“You sure? I give really good massages. Candace said you’ve been stressed out lately. A good massage will fix that, especially given in the shower.”
She shook her head again, her over active imagination going wild again. Her and Hayden, naked and wet. His hands on her. Her hands on him. Nope, she couldn’t handle that. Not right now anyway.
“Uh … maybe next time. If you want, you can watch television. The remote is on my bedside table,” she said and left the bedroom.
Sahara shivered under the cold spray. The sight of Hayden’s naked body had been bad enough, but did he have to tell her about the massage in the shower? It had sent her libido over the edge. She reached down to touch herself. She was soaking wet. Candace was right. She needed a man all right. She was having serious love withdrawal, or perhaps it was more like sex withdrawal. Maybe it was time to let go of everything about the night Josh was killed. Celibacy wasn’t going to help. Hayden might help though.
Sahara noticed Hayden’s frown when he saw her flannels. She’d buy something tomorrow. For now, she had reports to finish. She picked up her laptop from on top of the dresser, then got in beside him. Hayden turned to her, but she kept her eyes on her computer screen. However, she did glance over several times. She noticed that while his face was calm, his body was anything but. He strained against the thin fabric of his black-stripped boxers. He adjusted himself--twice. She suddenly had the urge to ask him whether she could help him out. The reports aren’t going to do themselves she scolded herself. She had to stay focused on work first. She sneaked another look though, before she turned her attention away from Hayden’s groin.
After an hour, Hayden turned off the television. “You’re going to be working long?”