Trix & A Treat

Trix stood in the convenience store holding a bottle of water and trying to decide on a flavor of gum. She had stopped in on her way home to fill up her gas tank and was doing a wonderful job of impulse buying.

"Hello, Temptress," a bone-melting voice crooned behind her. Trying to conceal her shudder Trix turned around and found herself looking at the hard planes of the chest that belonged to the one and only Troy Franklin.

He wore a leather bomber jacket that was zipped up partway underneath which she saw a white shirt. Her brown eyes migrated down to the black jeans that were molded to his solid thighs. Dear God he's fine.

Trix let her eyes wander slowly up to meet the amused yet passionate green ones he had staring back at her. "Hello, Troy," she said softly before returning her gaze to the gum display trying unsuccessfully to hide the confusion about her feelings from his intense and knowing stare.

He chuckled as he reached one arm past her shoulder, inhaling the smell of magnolias that always seemed to float around her, and picked up a pack of gum whispered, "I like those jeans on you, they cup everything so very nicely."

Stepping back he let his eyes run over her body. She looked amazing. He wanted to pick her up, toss her in his jeep and kidnap her. Troy would swear it was divine intervention that told him to drive home the way he did. He spotted her car while he sat at the stoplight and without thinking pulled in and dashed through the rain to find her.

Trix trembled. He surrounded her with the smell of leather, his cologne and him. This man was way too potent. Her mind couldn't move past the sight of his nipple hardening as her tongue moved across it.

"Look at me, Temptress," he commanded softly.

Unable to resist the velvet pull of his voice, Trix turned toward him.

"What are you doing this evening?" he asked as one hand fingered the thick sable curls that framed her face.

Leaning more into his touch she responded, "Nothing. I am on my way home."

Troy couldn't stop the next sentence from leaving his mouth as he stared into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. The suspicion that was hanging over her head since he found that notebook didn't matter. All that mattered was how he felt, deep in his soul, for her. "Stay with me."

Her knees buckled, but he was there to hold her up. Yes! I want to stay with you. "I could spend some time," she began.

"No. Spend the night." His gaze was unflinchingly direct.

"I have to work tomorrow." She protested weakly.

Troy remained silent and just watched her. When she made a step away from him, he acted. "Trix," he muttered as one hand encircled her arm. "You know how much I want you."

"I…I…I have to pay for my gas," she mumbled, taken way off balance by his blatant admission. She pulled away and headed to the counter feeling him right behind her but refusing to look back.

Paying quickly, Trix hurried out into the dark night. It was still raining as she bolted to her car. Three steps away from the protection of the roof over the pumps she was halted and spun around.

Troy towered over her. The rain sluicing down his hair and face only highlighted his chiseled features. His clothes just as drenched as hers. The look in his eyes was single-minded determination.

Before she could form a sentence his arm had pulled her flush to him and his mouth descended with mastery upon hers.