Escape Into Romance - Dare Imagination
Whiskey Creek Press
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Pages: 84
ISBN-13: 9781603135122
After trapping a group of motorcycle hijackers trying to steal her new Harley Davidson, Mistress Glenda watches the three polish her ride in the cool weather of the Blue Ridge Parkway. With their hands zip tied, stripped down to their wet, jock underwear and no phone to call the police, they aren’t going anywhere until the tall blonde,...
After trapping a group of motorcycle hijackers trying to steal her new Harley Davidson, Mistress Glenda watches the three polish her ride in the cool weather of the Blue Ridge Parkway. With their hands zip tied, stripped down to their wet, jock underwear and no phone to call the police, they aren’t going anywhere until the tall blonde, knife brandishing Glenda lets them. However one of the three isn’t a greasy crook, and he isn't what he seems. He’s an attractive, well built, powerful hunk and she’s falling for him, even if he is the 'bad guy'. Or is he?
Excerpt
Dawson didn’t know if there was a weapon trained on him or not, nor if there was another person up there. He set about doing as the lady asked. As he finished, both his companions were groaning. Gear Head had a nasty gash that was bleeding, as head wounds do, profusely. Dobbs was a mass of bruises, but didn’t seem seriously injured.
“Ok, they’re bound,” Dawson told Glenda. “Now what?”
“Zip your own hands,” she informed him with humor in her voice.
“You gotta be kiddin’,” Dawson exclaimed in amazement.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“I have confidence you’ll figure it out,” Glenda informed him, her voice sarcastic, but firm. “And, Dawson, don’t skimp on those being secure either.” She turned on the lights.
Doing as he was told, by using his teeth, he secured his hands in front, no way could he bind them behind his back. He watched as the stairs were pulled up a few feet off the injured men, Glenda walked down.
Dawson was struck by how gorgeous she was. No make-up, just a pair of jeans with a simple top. Absent a bra, her breasts peaked in the chill of the air, firm and full. Heavy, long,
blonde hair fell to grace her heart-shaped face, and tumbled down around her shoulders. When she pulled her cap off, her blue eyes were full of fire and anger. While still struck by her looks, he found she quickly zip tied him to the post next to the stairs that divided the kitchenette from the gathering room.
“Damn, woman,” he swore, “will you listen to reason?”
“Reason?” Glenda questioned dubiously. “What reason? You tried to hijack my Harley on the Parkway this morning. Oh yeah, I know what you four had in mind. Thank heavens I had a helmet on and you didn’t know I was a woman. Reason? Tonight you track me down to steal my bike. Thanks for dinner by the way.” She kissed him amiably on the nose. “Oh and dessert,” her voice sweet again, “I so rarely indulge,” she growled the last part.
“So call the state highway patrol now and get this straightened out,” Dawson said in a level voice, noting a surprised look on her face.
She turned to the two men still out on the floor, “Gear Head?” She looked at Dawson to confirm she had his name correct. Dawson nodded. “Needs a couple of stitches.” She checked his eyes and pulse. “He’ll live. This one is Dobbs?” Dawson nodded again.
“Oh, he is going to have a headache, hope that’s all.” She did the same with him. “Okay, now,” taking a hunting knife from a hidden niche, she cut the zip tie holding Dawson to the post, “roll them out from under the stairs, and be sure they remain tied.” She looked into his angry eyes. “I can and will use this, if you give me reason.” Her voice told him she meant business. Dawson rolled both men free of the stairs and Glenda lowered them all the way down.
“You know, Glenda, if either one is really badly hurt you could be held responsible. It would be best to call the...”
Glenda looked at him with suspicion. “I don’t have a phone, and as I am sure you are aware, cells don’t work here. Why so anxious for me to call the police?”
“I told you, things aren’t like they seem.” He took a couple of steps closer to her. “And I want you to call the state highway patrol.”
“Dawson, I really liked you, actually rather still do. Please don’t put me in a position to do something I would rather not.” She flipped the knife artistically in her hand, showing him she knew how to handle it. “On the other hand— don’t get the idea I won’t.” Her eyes turned deadly. “Sit
down!”
Dawson knew a fake out and she wasn’t. He sat down.
“I’m not one of them,” he said bluntly. “I am an FBI Agent, working undercover.”
Glenda laughed, “And your proof would be—what?” She didn’t trust him, but it would explain his reluctance before they broke in. She examined him. What a hunk. She longed to run her hands over those muscles and explore his hard body. Briefly, she glanced over him, noticing other things that were hard she would like to explore. She blushed. Both men on the floor groaned, starting to wake up.
“I do have proof,” Dawson said, “but I’d have to undress to…” He stopped when she laughed, as she pulled her long blonde hair into a severe ponytail at the top of her head.
“Oh that would be nice.” A full grin spread her tempting lips and cold blue eyes changed to merry warm ones that made him blush. “I think I might like that. Go ahead,” Glenda told him.
“I can’t with these on.” He raised his bound hands.
Her temper flared again. “Do you think I’m stupid?” Her eyes turned to ice as well, but met passion-filled green eyes. Hers widened a little at the desire she saw in his. Damn, you’re
sexy! He made her want what was bulging in his black jeans. Damn you twice for making me have any doubts about keeping you tied up.
“I say you can if you want to, and that’s the only way you’ll do it,” she informed him. She giggled as a thought came to her; the silliness of the situation beginning to weigh on her. “What...you have a secret pocket in your underwear?” She laughed at him. “No, wait.” She giggled more. “You have your badge number and photo ID tattooed on your ass.” She saw that comment brought a little anger into his big green eyes and she stopped laughing at him.
Both men on the floor were coming around fast. “I don’t want them to know,” Dawson told her in a deadpan voice.
“So I figured.” Glenda smirked. “Be a good boy and get your companions a glass of water. They’ll need it, and don’t hope to find a knife. I’ve removed them all.” She watched him walk into the kitchenette.
Dawson did as instructed, and came back promptly with the water, trying to gain her trust. Both men were conscious and starring at Glenda in amazement.
“What happened?” Dobbs asked when he saw Dawson, listening as he quickly explained.
“You’re kidding. She took us out?”
“I told you we should have taken the bike and left, but you wouldn’t do that,” Dawson said in his best I told you so voice.
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