Tossing his sweaty tee at the laundry basket, Klien glanced out his bedroom window. His gaze swept the beach as he kicked off his sneakers. A full moon reflected off the rolling waves, casting a silver blanket over the beach.
White sand spread out along the curve of the bay. He could see the faint bobbing lights of a yacht at the edge of the cliffs. "Great, yet another trespasser. Don't they know this is a private beach?" Heaving a breath, he turned, intent on showering before he headed out again. Every muscle froze, his eye catching the slim figure wandering along the edge of the water, her feet splashing in the waves.
His shower forgotten, Klien grabbed a fresh shirt and slipped into his sandles before heading outside. The wooden stairs creaked beneath his feet as he hurried down to the beach. Who was the woman? What was she doing on his beach?
Did she belong to the yacht? He shook his head, the questions rolling did little to ease the frustration boiling through him. Trotting down the sand he swallowed as he got closer. An expensive evening gown clung to her figure, the hem a few inches below her behind. Dark hair spilled across pale shoulders to the curve of a luscious ass. The woman's hourglass figure was kissed by the night.
The woman whirled, her eyes widening in surprise. Full lips parted, the flash of white teeth hidden quickly as she regained her composure.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you can. Do you know this is a private beach?"
The woman's brow crinkled and she shrugged. "Is it? I'm sorry, I didn't realize it. Just wanted to get away for a bit."
"And the luxury yacht isn't enough..."
"Its my fathers." All warmth bled from her voice as she glanced out to sea. "And I have little use for it. He's entertaining this evening."
"And you don't feel upto entertaining?"
She offered a cold, brittle laugh. "You could say that. Look, I'm sorry for trespassing. If you wouldn't mind terribly calling me a cab I'll leave."
Klein stared at her. Butterflies danced along his nerves as he stared at her. His irritation faded to be replaced by a burning need to spend more time with her. "No worries. I get kids coming by to make out and its a bit frustrating. I'm Klien Martria."
Shock ripped through the faint attraction as he stared at the woman before him. "Your father's..."
"Yes." Pain flashed in her eyes before she lowered them. "Could you call a cab for me?"
"Sure." Klein offered his hand. "Or I can drop you wherever you need to go? Or you could stick around and take a walk with me. I can't say as I blame you for wanting to take a stroll, its a beautiful night."
"Thank you." Slipping her hand into his, Celine offered a genuine smile.
Turning, Klein hid a grin at the electical shock racing up his arm. The night was turning around for him...
to be continued.
Monday, 7 May 2012
Her heels in her hands, Celine strolled along the edge of the water. Sun warmed surf washed over her toes, the setting sun casting it in gold. The beauty did little to hold her attention, rather her mind was focused on her father and her upcoming wedding.
Charles Kretall had long since decided her future in the coldest, most proficient manner she'd ever witnessed. She shudered at the memories playing through her mind.
"You'll do as I have instructed Celine. I haven't worked tirelessly for you to refuse the generousity of another."
"Did you stop to think of me at all?" Tears threatened. "You're marrying me off to one of your friends to keep a business contract. Am I of so little..."
"Do no question me, Celine. On June fifteenth you and Robert will be wed. The wedding planner will be here momentarily, I would recommend you resign yourself to this and take pride in the event."
Celine stared at him from across his desk. Her eyes burned, throat tightened with rage and disgust. "You plan it. I'll have no part in being whored out for your business."
Agony sprouted along her jaw as his meaty hand lashed out. Reeling from the blow she straightened, her trembling hands smoothing her skirt over her hips. "I envy mother, I truly do." Turning she stalked from the stuffy interior of her father's office.
Shivering despite the heat of the tropical weather, Celine stared out over the rolling waves, her heart breaking. Pride the only thing keeping the tears at bay. Two months and her father hadn't changed his mind. No, he'd paraded her before Robert Jennkins like a broodmare in his stable, praising her intelligence, her beauty, and ignoring the pain in her eyes.
"Damn him to hell."
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