good girl astray

Chapter 7



Eleni wandered aimlessly around the boat, trying to steer her mind toward her abandoned projects rather than the attractive man she had left lying in bed. The first thing she could think about was the missile guiding system. She had almost completed it when her work had been so excitingly interrupted. The only details left were what constituted the Nikodemus touch that would make her work go beyond adequate and reach the level of excellence. It was uncomfortable to realize that this time those touches were not able to keep her mind occupied. Her latest project was now linked to indelibly David Obermann, the man hired to steal her work before he had been hired to protect her.

She walked up on the deck. The midday sun was shining brightly over the Mediteranean. It set her skin on fire and burned her eyes, but she ignored it. She propped her elbows on the edge of the deck, staring unseeingly at the sparkling sea. Yet all the light of the sun mirrored in the boundless sea could not free Eleni's mind from the dark. The threat to her life, the monster who was behind it was the most prominent among all the shadows.

 

Chapter 6

 

 Eleni woke up abruptly from her peaceful slumber. She'd always loved sleeping on board the family yacht. The sounds of the sea and the gentle rocking of the boat helped soothe her anxieties. She soon became aware of the reason why she awakened. There was a fight going on just outside the cabin door. She jumped out of bed looking around frantically for something she could use as a weapon. She grabbed a lamp from the nightstand and held it in sweaty palms, ready to raise it against any unfriendly intruder.

Chapter 5

 

 

Eleni felt the bass thrum through her body. The noise level was unbearable. She temporarily forgot about the unusual clothes and the makeup so hastily applied in the parking lot outside the drugstore where they bought it, which was so heavy on the eyeliner that it felt like a mask. At least she was wearing the Doberman's coat. It was pretty much all that was holding her together.

 She was doing her best bad girl impersonation, trying to keep up the pretence that she was bad enough for someone like him. She could see the way the people in the club instinctively recognized his status. The consummate alpha male. She noticed the involuntary deference in men's attitude, just as clearly as she could see the way women responded to him. The flirting, inviting, tempting body language was so loud it made her head spin even as much as the physical effects of the loud music on her sense of hearing.

 

Chapter 4

He slung an arm around her shoulders before knocking on the door. She felt his muscles moving under his skin when he pulled her closer.

"You’re my woman here," he said as the only stage directions.

Eleni swallowed the outraged "what?" understanding that it would be easier for him to protect her if she walked in with that status. Someone would have to be seriously unbalanced to try anything with the Doberman's woman. His bitch, she amended the label. She hoped that her brother was right to call David Obermann "Mr. Green" because he would keep her safe, and at the same time she hoped that her bodyguard deserved to be called the Doberman by everyone who knew him. In a place like this, the reputation could save them a lot of trouble.

She tried to compose the sort of expression she imagined his woman would have. She only modified a little the sort of cold, superior indifference she felt comfortable painting on her features. The only difficulty was pretending she was used to his possessive attitude. Now if she could only stop blushing like a damn virgin!

 

 

Chapter 3

 

In a matter of minutes she was straddling the bike again, pressed against the man's back while he made sure that her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist before taking off. The long coat hid her nakedness from the world, but her most sensitive flesh was rubbing against his leather pants. They were both soaking wet from their fall in the hotel's pool, but she imagined that the heat she felt from being so close to him made steam rise from their bodies.

This time, the ride was the cause of arousal to such an extent that Eleni forgot to fear for her life. She could feel how her the honey coming out of her smeared the still wet leather. Her breasts were crushed against his back, and her nipples were puckering painfully as they rubbed against the inside of his coat.

"Stop the damn bike!" she screamed to cover the roaring of the engine when the sensual stimulation was on the brink of overwhelming her.

"Soon," he answered.

 

Chapter 2

 He pulled over in the parking lot of the town's main shopping centre. They were close to an ATM, which was reassuring. Eleni accepted his help in getting off the bike. She had stiffened considerably even in this short ride, which only went to prove that her most recently fired physical therapist was right. She should have kept exercising. Too late now

"Get money. You need other clothes."

She followed his gaze toward the shop's windows, and nodded. She loved buying her clothes from old-fashioned family owned stores or, on rare occasions, in haute couture boutiques, but it made sense to buy things that looked common enough to blend in the crowd. Some large chains of clothing stores had made their way into the fairly idyllic Greek town.

 

Chapter 1

The man who walked in looked like a thug. Even having read his file, Eleni cringed at his appearance. He was tall, built big without seeming bulky, his skull was shaved clean, yet he was sporting more than a five o'clock shadow, and wearing tight leather pants, a long snake skin jacket, oh, so much piercing, an eyebrow and an ear was what she could notice, at a first glance. It had to be a serious threat this time if her big brother chose such a man to protect her.

"Good morning, Mr. ... Green," she said taking a noticeable pause in which she looked at the open file in front of her, as if she forgot his name. "Please, have a seat."

She fancied she could hear the jingling of rings when he raised the bejewelled eyebrow. She did hear loud and clear the grunt of refusal.

Damien Rice lyrics
because they are amazing, and I wanted to use my new userpic.

"I remember"           "The Professor"          "The Animals Are Gone"          "Accidental Babies"

Pairing suggested by hayguys

I don't think I can finish this story. I need to redeem the guy in order to let him have sex with her, and that defeats the purpose of the exercise.

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Paul Montgomery no longer resented going to the office on Saturdays since Amy started to work for him. He accepted having the sixteen year old around as a favour for his son, who had a massive crush on her. He even agreed to her leaving early when Sam came to pick her up. His son started to look and act less nerdy since he was hanging around Amy. Probably he would still be at the nerd table when the school year started, but he could see the improvement.

Kane's Temptation

Part 4

 

He saw the fleeting smile cross her features. It confirmed his wildest hopes, sanctioned his hottest fantasies. She opened the car door, and swung her legs slowly enough for him to take in the sight. Her legs had looked good at sixteen, but they were gorgeous now. The stilettos she was wearing accentuated the shape. His gaze travelled up from her ankles, all the way to her thighs. She was wearing a dress that reminded him a hell of a lot of the one he had nearly ripped off her. Not pale yellow, but a light cream, that went well with her tan. She slid out of her seat causing her dress to bunch up around her hips before she stood up.

 

This chapter is far from what I thought it would be. I'll look over it again tomorrow. Maybe it's not as bad as i think right now.

Kane's Temptation

 Part 3

 

The sheriff sighed recognizing the red Corvette. It was the third time he caught her speeding. He knew he had to be severe this time. The problem was that there had been days when he found himself thinking of ways he'd like to discipline her. It was both strange and disturbing to have these new feelings. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. About anyone.

They went through the routine. He put on the flashing lights, she pulled over, rolled down her window.

"You were speeding again, Jenny," he said.

 

Special thanks to hawk_by_choice and jossversejunky

Kane's Temptation

Part 2

 

The red car zoomed by like the Roadrunner. Sheriff Kane started the engine, turned on the flashing lights and hurried after the speeding Corvette. The car pulled over immediately, Kane parked right behind it, noted the number and approached the driver's window.

"Good evening, Sheriff," Jenny Skylar said quietly.

"Jenny," he answered, nodding in recognition, but unwilling to let the conversation become too familiar. "License and registration, please."

 Special thanks to sir_lancelot_88

 

 

Kane's Temptation

Part 1

 

 

Every Monday and Thursday for two years, Sheriff Kane had driven his daughter and Jenny Skylar, her best friend to high school in the neighbouring town of Wolf Lake. Last month, Melissa had turned sixteen, so he and her mother gave her a car as a birthday present, and all of a sudden his Mondays and Thursdays seemed emptier. The habit was so deeply engrained, that he still had the urge to stop by Jenny's house two mornings each week. She lived down the street from him, and he always passed by on his way to work.

It took a while, I'm not completely happy with it, but it's nearly 5 am (again!) and I wanted to post it. If anyone finds typos, or strange wordings, please comment. I'll look over it again in the morning, but help is welcome.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to comment. It meant a lot to me. I never wrote so much, so consistently. If I had feedback like this, many of my novels would be done.  

I do hope this last part is not as bad as I fear.

 

An Unfair F 

Part 10

 

He knew he was going too far, knew it was reckless and dangerous and so very wrong, but stopping was no longer an option.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby. Didn’t want it like this for the first time, but you're driving me crazy."

Please, don't hate me, but I didn’t go all the way. I need to get out of the house, but I promise as soon as I get back this evening, I'm writing the end.

 

An Unfair F

Part 9

 

"Because I need you."

Every time I remember saying that, I wonder where that came from. It's not like I ever stayed to analyze why I saved him. It's probably the truth. I couldn’t stand the thought that those girls would ruin him after taking advantage of his weakness. He took advantage of his position, but they used him, too. In my book, they all got what they bargained for.

An Unfair F

Part 8

 

He realized he needed a strategy. If he was to stand a chance of going through the semester without trying anything, he needed some plan, some trick to keep his hands off her. When she bent over to look in her backpack he stared at her ass, knowing he should not. He felt the familiar stirrings again, but it was a long time till he could go home and do something about it. He gripped the edge of the desk, cursing inwardly. He had just about managed to get over her misguided ingenuous question "what would you like me to do first, professor". By the time she started sucking on her pen, he was writhing with lust. Fortunately, her class started, and he got her out of his office before he broke.  

An Unfair F

 

Part 7


 

I ran all the way to the floor where his office is. Once there, I slow down my pace, trying to get my breath back before I get to the door. I don’t know why I hurried so much. It's the first day and he might not even be there yet. I'm dying to see him again. That should give warn me that my intention to quit as his T.A. doesn't stand a chance of coming to happen. After the last few nights... I'm worried about being alone with him. I know all too well he's corruptible. I know he once wanted me. He might hate me now though. If he chose me as his assistant, he probably wants to be sure he's not tempted by hanky-panky action with his students.  

An Unfair F

Part 6
 

 

He woke up early out of habit. It was the first free day, but the thought didn't make him happy. School meant seeing her, spare time, meant loneliness. He closed his eyes again. Maybe he should sleep some more. He felt a mild depression rearing its ugly head, and made an effort to fight off the lure of sleeping it off. He sighed deeply as he got out of bed.

 

An Unfair F

Part 5
 

Home for holidays. I missed my family, shocking as that might be. When I left for college I was so fed up with my home town I thought I'd never – ever in a million years miss any of it.

There was a lot of catching up to do. My parents are so proud of my TA position. I had told them over the phone, and when I got home there was a cake waiting, with "From T.A. to full T!" written across it. I'm blushing like crazy for those initials. My parents teach high school and as frustrating as they find their job a lot of the times, they'd be proud if I chose to do the same. After tutoring the blonde squad, I can't say I'm not a little proud I managed to get them to know their way around a history book.

It's my own A that's making me blush. The A that led to my getting the teacher's aide position. I am not going to think about the T. That resolution goes to hell when my brother comes in. How screwed up am I? I'm crazy about a guy who looks a hell of a lot like my brother and does the same job as my dad. I'm starting to really worry when my brother's innocent bear hug makes me wet.  

No sex, more UST. Help me!

 

An Unfair F

Part 4

 

Days passed while he waited for the sky to crumble. Every time the phone rang, he thought it would be the Dean's office, or the school board, or the police. He's made up his mind. He wasn't going to try to deny her accusations. He was not going to defend himself telling the whole world how he caught fire every time he thought of her. He wouldn't cheapen even further what he was feeling. He did enough by screwing his students.

 When he saw her in the auditorium, waiting demurely for his class to start, he nearly turned on his heels to run. He didn't. If this were the only way he could have her in his life, he'd have to grit his teeth and show some restraint. There would be no touching her, no looking in her eyes to see if the fire was still there. He couldn't help his imagination run away when he was at home. He'd have her then. He'd explore every passionate urge. In the privacy of his bedroom, he touched her imaginary flesh. In his dark, lonely nights, she was truly his.