Jamie picked up her bag from the motionless carousel, thinking that the silence of the terminal was a perfect fit for Halloween, and her mood. She slipped a hand behind her curtain of reddish-brown hair to massage her sore neck for a moment, and then turned away from the carousel.
Even the other passengers on her red-eye flight had already left, thanks to a stop in the bathroom before picking up her luggage. With nobody around to see her, she adjusted the right cup of her bra, which was digging into her side, and gave her large breasts a little shake, making her feel comfortable again.
The clicks of her heels echoed as she walked, lost in thought. With the meeting out of the way, she'd finally had time to think about the argument that had preceded the last-minute business trip. She didn't know whether to feel angry, hurt, or guilty about the whole thing.
It was the first time that either she or Jeremy had missed the big Halloween bash since they'd moved in together. It had become such a tradition that friends from across the country flew in every year to attend, and they'd even announced their wedding at the party five years ago.
Then this year, her CEO had specially requested that she handle salvaging an account on the brink of disaster, two days before the party. Jeremy had looked absolutely stunned when she told him about it — and that she was going, despite having scheduled the entire week off, as she did every year.
He tried to act like he understood, but he didn't. He was stiff and quiet for the rest of the night, and didn't even hint at sex, though they always had a wild night before she had to leave for a few days. His send-off as she left for the airport was brief, awkward, and a far cry from how he usually tried to kiss her and touch her at every available opportunity before a business trip. Saving it up for when she was gone, was how he described it.
He'd only called her once during the trip, and always had an excuse for why he couldn't talk long when she called him. She shook her head to ward off a little flash of anger at one of the pictures that a friend had sent her from the party last night. Jeremy had obviously enjoyed the party, and appeared to be quite engaged in chatting with another of her friends dressed as a Playboy bunny in the picture.
The blast of cold autumn air that hit her when the terminal doors opened helped cool her irritation, and gave her a single train of thought to occupy her mind — get to the car and out of the cold as quickly as possible.
Jamie let out a sigh of frustration when she saw the out-of-order sign on the quick-pay station in the parking garage. The only consolation was that the airport was virtually abandoned, and she wouldn't have to wait in line to pay at the gate as she exited.
The warmth of the elevator was a welcome reprieve as it carried her up to the floor where she'd parked her car. Unfortunately, it made the chill that hit her when the doors opened seem all the worse. Her car was also parked a good distance away, but at least provided a visible goal, and a familiar sight of home.
Not in the mood to bother with the trunk, she simply tossed her bag in the back seat. After clicking on her seatbelt, she put the key in the ignition.
She tried again, with the same result, let her forehead drop to rest on the steering wheel, and groaned, "No."
A third futile attempt convinced her that it was no use. Jamie pulled out her cell from her purse and dialed the house. She sighed in frustration, because she had planned on working out the disagreement over the trip with her husband as soon as she returned home. Now, her first words with him would be over the phone.
After four rings, the answering machine picked up. She waited for her to tell herself to leave a message, and then after the beep said, "Jeremy. Pick up." She paused, and then said, "Hello? Jeremy, pick up. The car won't start."
She waited a few more seconds, and then growled as she clicked the end button on her phone. His cell went straight to voice mail when she called it a minute later. She left a message, and then tried the house again, with the same results.
"Damn it. Where the hell are you?" Jamie said in exasperation as she tossed her phone in the opposite seat. Despite knowing next to nothing about her car, she popped the hood and opened the door to go look anyway.
Naturally, she didn't see anything wrong. Now what am I supposed to do?
The sound of the elevator doors opening in the stillness of the garage startled her, and made her suddenly very conscious of her situation. She was alone, in the dimly lit garage, in the wee hours of the morning, with a car that wouldn't start.
Jamie breathed a sigh of relief when a man in a pilot's uniform stepped off the elevator. Her cheeks warmed when she couldn't help but notice that he filled out his uniform very well. She'd always been attracted to a man in uniform, especially pilots. He smoothed back his blonde hair, put on his cap, and then seemed to notice her. As he walked closer, the muted light of the garage finally let her see him clearly. Jamie's heart pounded in her chest, and she had to consciously let out the breath she was holding.
"Looks like you're having some car trouble. Need some help?" He asked when he was a few feet away.
"Yes," Jamie answered, finally letting her eyes drift away from his broad chest and chiseled features. "It won't start, and my husband isn't answering the phone."
"Sounds like hubby is due for a good dressing-down, then. Want me to take a look?"
"Please," she answered, and then stepped to the side of the car, giving him room to pass by her to the front of the car.
"Let's see if we can get you up and running," he said as he walked by, his eyes locking with hers.
Jamie had to fight down a shudder brought on by his smile, and the look in his eyes. It only lasted for a fraction of a second, and her eyes darted of their own volition to his tight, sexy butt as he continued past her. It looked incredible in the pressed uniform pants, and she had a hard time tearing her eyes away.
"Would you mind trying to turn her over?"
"Sure," Jamie replied and turned around. Once safely in the seat and hidden behind the hood, she finally allowed herself to shiver and let out an almost inaudible moan. She could still hear him saying up and running and turn her over, the words taking on distinctly different — very naughty — meanings in her head.
She turned the key, with the same results as her previous attempts.
"Okay, let off of it so I can poke around in her a bit."
Oh my god, Jamie thought, her mind turning the statement into something dirty again. He draped his uniform jacket over the raised hood of the car, and she knew that she had to have a look. She climbed back out of the car and made a show of watching what he was doing, but her eyes drifted to him far more often.
His muscles bulged against his shirt, rippling as he tinkered around under the hood. She just couldn't help herself. He looked so virile tackling the manly task, and her nipples stiffened in response to the sight of him.
"Ah, think this might just be it," he said, though she missed whatever he did because she was staring at him. He straightened and said, "Give it another go."
Jamie leaned into the car and turned the ignition. The car fired up as if she'd never had any problem with it at all. When she stood back up, she saw him admiring her ass, and making very little attempt to hide it. She knew that there was no way that he could have missed the widening of her eyes when he adjusted his trousers, drawing her attention to the bulge there.
"Come here a minute. Let me show you something."
In light of what she'd just watched him do, those words quite nearly made her gasp. She walked around to the front of the car before she even realized she was moving.
He pointed at the battery and said, "Hubby needs another dressing down for not taking a peek under your hood more often. You've got a lot of corrosion, and it doesn't take very long to fix that."
"Seems like my husband is going to be in a lot of trouble when I get home," she remarked.
"Seems like he deserves it."
"Thank you." Jamie paused and said, "So what's your name?"
"Lance," he replied with a wolfish grin. "What's yours?"
"Kitty," she lied, saying the first thing that popped into her head.
He grabbed his jacket, closed the hood, and turned back to her. "Kitty. I like that."
Jamie did gasp this time, the lust in his eyes completely undisguised. She took a step backward, only to bump into unyielding concrete. She'd inadvertently backed directly into a corner between a pylon and the wall.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He closed the distance between them in a single step.
"I'm married," she said, her voice soft and breathless.
"I know," he replied as he raised his left arm and put it on the wall next to her, creating yet another barrier and moving even closer to her.
Jamie tried to put as much indignation in her voice as she could when she said, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"I don't think I have to try, do I? Your nipples are hard. I can see them. Is your kitty wet, Kitty?"
"How dare..." she responded, her voice quavering. She never had the opportunity to finish.
His right hand shot behind her head with lightning speed, twining into hair, and pulling her to his lips. She tried to resist at the last second, but she was no match for his strength.
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