Should a rich sultry woman be picking up a sexy lonely soldier on leave?
Driving the wrong direction on a road can lead a woman to places she has never been. With the air thick with humidity from the early heavy rains, and the roads wet beneath the tires of her black Audi A6, Chantal had no right going out on a late-night drive. As the desire built within her during the passing storm, she needed nothing more than the open road and a change of scenery to calm her nerves down, before the next storm arrived.
She knew her place in society; she knew it well because she had grown up under the prestige political charade of her father. After tonight’s banquet, dressed up in her thousand-dollar dress and shoes to match that price tag, she had enough of the plastered smiles and sweet serenading of the political men in the room. What she needed was a real man, and she wasn’t going to find him there among the crowded room of yellow belly politicians.
A deep breath filled her lungs as she felt the powerful roar of the engine hugging the tight curves of the unknown road out ahead of her. She felt alive for the first time tonight and did not care what her rich daddy thought when she said she had to go. Where to? He asked. She had no idea, yet, for some reason, the night held promise deep within her veins. Tonight, she was restless and looking for an adventure and this darkened winding country road was just the start to her adventure.
Her weekend bag still packed to visit her parents’ house during this political campaign, in which she intended on staying there to help. However, after tonight, she knew she was destined for something different. What that was, she did not know. Financially, she had not a care in the world, just a need to get away.
As the turns in the road got tighter and closer together, she decided to slow it down to a cruising speed that allowed her to handle the curves with ease. She hit the automatic button to lower the windows down, then pushed the button to let fresh air come in through the sunroof. The wind smelled fresh from rain and the sun setting slowly behind the road from which she came felt exhilarating. Up ahead was a straight away on the road after this last curve, and if her eyes had not deceived her, there was a man with a duffle bag, walking alongside the road.
Chantal supposed she should take precautionary measures. Yet, what woman did not feel safe with a nine mm Glock tucked where she could reach it and black belt in Karate that was accomplished after a lifetime of learning the art of self-defense. She had never worried about walking alone without knowing she felt strong enough to take down her offender. Besides, tonight was about adventure and as her headlights began to illuminate up the backside of the walking man up ahead, excitement stirred. She saw he was a soldier in uniform, carrying his military issue duffle bag and a one fine looking backside that had her wondering, was he the adventure she so desperately needed and was looking for? Or was he just a soldier looking for a ride on a darkening country road? It was just a few miles until the next town showing on her GPS and the looks of lightning and the second storm brewing up ahead, made her decision for her.
The engine of her Audi A6 slowed to a purr alongside the lonely handsome man walking in his Army uniform. She took a deep breath as he stopped to see who stopped, then turned to look at her silently observing his features from within the safety of her car. She had the passenger-side window down and hit the unlock button, just as she let her car come to a complete stop. With just one look, she knew. He was her adventure, and she was going to enjoy him completely.
His dark Puerto Rican complexion and soft brown eyes were the first thing she observed as he bent over to lean in the window of her car to see who stopped along the road from which he was walking. His short black hair cut high and tight, told her he was active duty, possibly on leave, and then he flashed a smile of perfection. White teeth, soft dimples that made her mouth water thinking about kissing the lips that wandered upwards with a happy look at the sight of her.
She knew she was attractive. Not just the expensive dress and shoes. She had been told all her life that her beauty could stop an active room of chatter, just as she walked in. Her slender body had curves that made a man ache to touch her. Her soft brown amber eyes and dark long lashes were one of her best features. Although, men had told her that her full luscious lips of soft dewy pink made them hard when she flashed her flirty smile. Tonight her long brown hair was piled atop her head in curls, thanks to the experts at the local hair salon. Her white satin gown was low cut, and she saw the way his eyes wandered there for a second as he spoke with convection.
“How do you do mam? Can I help you with something?”
Oh, he was active duty all right, and he was ready to serve. Possible protect her from the evil political madness of her daddy’s campaign season. She let out a soft breath and spoke up in her practiced polite sexy voice, as she knew how. “Perhaps, it is I that can help you. Another storms coming and you are but a few miles away from the next town. Can I offer you a lift?”
He glanced over his shoulder just as a lightning struck in several directions across the sky. When he looked back to her eyes, she noticed the twinkle of delight at having a ride instead of walking might not be half-bad. He cleared his throat and spoke up with dignity. “I would greatly appreciate a lift into town, seeing as it looks like a heck of a storm starting up.”
“Well then, I suppose you ought to get in. I’m Chantal Morrison, and you are?”
“Ricardo Samboa My mom calls me Ricky, but the guys call me ‘the card’.”
“Mmm. Ricardo. That’s a very sexy name for a sexy man. Buckle up Ricardo. This baby’s about to take you for a ride.” Her taunting sexy voice got a flush of excitement out of his eyes as he looked at her to see if she was for real. So she added a mention about the car. “You ever taken it fast in a A6 before? Ricardo?” She let his name escape her lips with a slight Brazilian roll of Spanish flare.
“No mam.” Then he looked straight ahead with determination as he spoke up next in a way that she too, could tell he was flirting. “Nothing better on leave then to take it wide open, and fast. I’m ready for a ride if you are?”