Before Dru could talk her off the lunatic-ledge, Glenn Shelby, Trifectas director, bounced into the lunchroom. The older man was the epitome of enthusiasm, always. His nothing-is-impossible attitude was supposed to be an inspiration to his teams. Most of them wanted to spike his morning fruit smoothie with sleeping pills.
Drus gaze jumped from his face to the stubborn glee on Nikkis, then back to their boss, who was offering his usual chipper lunch greeting.
No, she mouthed at Nikki, tension wrapping tight over her shoulders. The road to success was not lined with spur-of-the-moment vacation requests or inconveniences to the boss.
Nikki, of course, ignored her.
Glenn, Dru needs a vacation.
Vacation? Now?
Well, that had certainly punctured his enthusiastic recitation of the joys of fresh-squeezed orange juice. His words all came out in a gulp.
It was all she could do not to drop her face into her hands. With an almost silent hiss of protest, Dru glared at Nikki.
Dont worry about it, Dr. Shelby. I know were too busy right now. Nikki knows it, too.
Nikki didnt even have the grace to give Dru an apologetic look before shoving her off the cliff.
Glenn, you know Dru is leading the cosmic string project that kicks off next month. Its vital that we make a good showing for Trifecta, isnt it? Nikki didnt wait for his answer, or act as if she saw the glare Dru was trying to melt her with, she just plowed ahead. But heres the thing. I dont think shes had a vacation in, oh, forever. Werent you just saying last week that a rested mind is an alert mind?
The director shot Dru a measuring look through the bifocals hed perched on his egg-shaped head. From the frown that washed over his face, his X-ray vision found her health deteriorating at a rapid pace.
Yes, yes, good point. We want everyone in top form next month. All the departments have major projects launching, but yours is the most vital, Robichoux. After all, its not every year we get such a distinguished guest as A. A. Maddow as a project leader.
Assistant leader, Dru wanted to protest. For the first time, she was project leader. But the road to success wasnt lined with divas, either, so she sucked it up and shot Nikki an icy glare instead. Nikki grinned.
I highly recommend Los Cabos if youre looking for a beach setting, Dr. Shelby said, taking his Healthy Choice lunch from the microwave and heading for the door. A.A. himself suggested it to me when we agreed to his contract. He was right, as usual. Los Cabos was both relaxing and rejuvenating. Youll enjoy it.
Then he was gone, the door swinging closed with a loud swoosh.
And that was that. Dru briefly considered chasing him down and voicing her objections over his low-cal chicken à lorange, but she knew it was pointless. After all, A. A. Maddow was the rock star of the science world. A Wolf Award nominee and brilliant physicist, he was going to be working alongside Drucilla for the next three months. His input was apparently vital, in Glenns mind, to both clarify her theory and convince the grant committee that a small lab like Trifecta was worthy of huge sums of money.
The director wouldnt want to risk anyone on his staff being less than sparkling for the grand appearance.
I cant believe you did that, Dru said, gathering her lunch wrappers in tight, efficient moves.
You can thank me with a nice souvenir, Nikki told her as she sauntered back to the table, her teeth flashing white as she grinned.
Thank you? I want to beat you with your own corn-chip bag, Dru snapped before she could control herself. She sucked in a deep breath, then said in her most reasonable tone, I have responsibilities and commitments, Nikki. I dont have time to sip margaritas and hit the beach.
Thats not all I want you to hit, Nikki said with a stern frown. Dru figured that must be the look the woman used to keep her hunky new husband in line.
But Drucilla Antoinette was made of stronger stuff than that. So she just leaned back in her chair and raised a brow.
You need a man.
Isnt that where this conversation started?
My point exactly. You need a hot man. A hunky, yummy, no-discussion-needed, orgasm-at-first-sight man.
Drus breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat at that image.
No, Im only looking to relax, she protested. Not willing to consider something as clichéd as a vacation fling, she got up to cross the room and toss her garbage away. As if she wanted to get rid of the tempting image Nikki had put in her head.
Whats more relaxing than an uninhibited sexual escapade? her friend asked behind her.
And where better to have a sexual escapade than far away from her day-to-day world, on vacation from work and distanced from the rules she surrounded her life with?
Dru stepped over to the sink to wash her hands. The water rushed over her, cooling flesh that suddenly felt as if it was on fire. She watched the clear liquid flow, her mind filled with pImages** of hot beach sex with a well-muscled beach bum.
I cant deliberately set out to have a fling, she murmured.
Why on earth not? You need to let go of this thing you have for only doing brainiacs, Dru. No intelligence litmus test. Just pure, sexual attraction. You find a guy who turns you on and have a weeks worth of wild monkey sex.
To what purpose? Dru asked as she dried her hands, considering the ramifications of giving in to the ultimate temptation. If she did it away from the lab, nobody would see her choice. Nobody would judge her for picking a hot guy whose only purpose was to satisfy her every lusting need. She wouldnt be deemed a sex-crazed idiot who made bad choices in the name of screaming orgasms. Her breath shuddered. God, what did a screaming orgasm actually feel like?
Dru saw the smirk on Nikkis face and clarified, Whats the purpose, besides sex?
Does there have to be another purpose? For once, go after a guy who turns you on. Not one you have to convince yourself is sexy. Nikki gave her a wicked grin, her dimples flashing as she came over to rinse her lunch dishes. Find a guy with the stamina to go all night. A hunky horndog wholl worship your body.
The image flashed, erotic and intense. A faceless young stud, his muscles oiled and gleaming in the moonlight, poised over her body as he acted out her every kinky fantasy. She swallowed and shifted, glad her lab coat covered her aching nipples. Panicked, Dru scanned the room, even though she knew nobody else was there to overhear.
This was a crazy idea. Completely insane.
So what did that say about her for even considering it?
As if she sensed Dru was weakening, Nikki laid her hand on Drus arm and offered a wicked smile. Girlfriend, its time to find yourself a playmate.
TWO WEEKS LATER Dru paid the taxi driver and waited while the bellboy loaded her suitcases onto a cart. She used the time to look around.
Los Cabos, Mexico. Oceanfront luxury with the charm of old-world Mexico. White sandy beaches, the Sea of Cortez, ocean breezes and beautiful tropical foliage.
Tension she hadnt even realized shed hoarded in her shoulders drained away. Far from the San Francisco breeze, Dru felt freer than shed ever been. Here, nobody knew her. She didnt have to worry about projecting the right image, about climbing the ladder or about the anchoring weight of family responsibilities that kept her pushing for success.
She was here to take a break.
Dr. Shelby had raved about both the relaxing atmosphere and the beautiful views.
And hed been right.
When she found herself checking out the bellboys ass, Dru rolled her eyes. That probably wasnt the kind of view her boss had meant.
Forcing her gaze to stay on the guys shoulders, broad and muscular as they were, she followed him and her luggage into the hotel to the reservations desk.
Thirty minutes later, shed changed out of her practical travel clothesa button-down shirt and khaki pantsand into an eye-wateringly bright floral sundress and had defiantly unbraided her long hair. The practical voice in her head argued that itd just get tangled on the beach. She didnt care. She figured freedom came with a few tangles.
Dru stepped out the back door of her bungalow and gasped. There, spread before her, was the most gorgeous beach shed ever seen. Sand, soft and inviting, swept from as far as the eye could see. Beyond it the ocean, dark blue in the early-evening light, beat frothy white waves against the dull gold of the shore.
Just the sight of it filled her with a mellow sort of empowerment. Maybe it was the watercolor richness of the sky, purples bleeding into orange-tinged pink as the sun set behind the water. Or the wild intensity of the waves, their salty scent and roaring sound inviting her to come closer.
Or maybe it was just knowing she could do whatever she wanted. And what she wanted was to feel that water on her toes. Not bothering to go inside for her sandals, Dru skipped lightly down the wooden steps leading from her tiny patio to the still-warm sand.
Reveling in the feel of the tiny grains shifting around her feet, she headed straight for the water. It wasnt until she was halfway there that she saw him.
Her heart, and her feet, stopped.
Her mouth went as dry as the sand clinging to her ankles. She didnt blink when the soft breeze sent tendrils of her hair into her eyes, just batted it away so it didnt interfere with her view.
Oh. My. God.
He was incredible. Like some water god, he flew over the waves. The water glistened on his golden skin like diamonds in the fading light. Arms outstretched, biceps glinting as he balanced on the deep purple surfboard. Was he real? A figment of her lusty imagination? The manifestation of her every sexual fantasy? Drus breath came in long, labored bursts. She was afraid to blink, fearing hed disappear.
Her fingers itched to touch that bare chest, to run down the dusting of dark hair that perfectly highlighted his well-muscled abs. She stared as he got closer to shore, watching him shift his knees to a low crouch as he rode the wave all the way to the beach.
There was something so amazing about surfers. Shed always imagined them to be fearless. Able to embrace anything life handed them and ride it to success.
And talk about muscle control. That was the kind of guy who could rock against-a-wall sex and not drop the woman as she melted in orgasmic glory all over him.
Was he real? Or had her sex-deprived imagination conjured up the perfect man to fulfill her lusty desires?
About thirty feet away, she watched him walk across the sand. This close, she could see how young he was. Mid-twenties at the most. His dripping hair fell in inky black curls around his head, his beautiful face adding to the image of a Greek god come to life.
He stopped at the brightly decorated surf-shop bungalow, and she watched him key in a code, then open the door and store his board. His familiarity made it obvious he wasnt a guest. Did he work at the surf shop? Or at the hotel?
Whatever he did, he was obviously out of her league. Not that it mattered. It wasnt as if a sweet young thing like him would have any interest in an almost thirty-year-old scientist with social anxieties and repressed sexual needs.
Needs shed been perfectly fine ignoring until Nikki had gotten her all riled up over her ridiculous ideas. Dru had no idea how to flirt, how to attract a mans attention. Especially not a man like that. No matter what Nikki had suggested, Dru wasnt here for a fling.
Except here he was. The most incredible man shed ever seen. A man who would definitely not stop midthrust, but know how to bring a woman to a screaming orgasm, then make her writhe and beg for more.
And then he turned. Their eyes met. Drus breath lodged somewhere between her aching nipples and her dry mouth. His gaze holding her captive from twenty feet away, one corner of his mouth quirked in a charmingly adorable little-boy grin.
And he walked toward her. Frozen in the sand, Drucilla didnt know if she should pull back her shoulders, stick out her chest and smile beguilingly. Or turn on her bare heel and run like hell.
2
ALEX MADDOW GAVE a quick shake of his head, his hair flying around his face as the drops of water scattered. The exhilaration of riding the waves still surged through his body. He filled his lungs with the salty evening air and gave a deep sigh of satisfaction.
There was nothing like surfing at sunset. The colors of the sky, the feel of the cooling air as it whipped around his body while he flew over the water. Incredible was the only word for it. God, he felt great.
Then he saw her. There, a glowing jewel against the pristine white adobe of the hotel. Talk about incredible. Simply stunning. Despite the aftereffects of the cold water, he stirred in hardening awareness. pImages** flooded his mind of naked bodies, breathy moans and exquisite pleasure.
He was never a man to deny his sexual needs, but Alex usually knew the womans name before he planned the many different ways hed enjoy her body. Then again, hed never experienced this intense, instantaneous lust-at-first-sight reaction to a woman before, either.
His eyes narrowed. She reminded him of one of those elfish princesses his mother used to read him stories aboutthe ones hed always fallen in love with. Tall and slender, and her angular face commanded attention. Silvery-blond hair waved around her shoulders in a silken cape. The demureness of the cut of her calf-length sundress was at odds with the vivid turquoise-and-pink pattern. Bare toes curled sensually in the sand.
A slow smile of anticipation curved Alexs lips. It was as if it was meant to be. From one exhilarating ride to the temptation of another. Never let it be said that Albert Alexander Maddow didnt appreciate opportunity when fate placed it right in front of him. Especially an opportunity that stole his breath away, filling his mind with sexual challenge.
Through wasting time, he strode across the sand toward her, shoving his wet curls off his face as he moved. The closer he got, the more intrigued he was. Not because of her looks, but because of the look she was giving him. As though she couldnt decide if he was a crazed ax murderer or how hed taste covered in chocolate.
From the set of her chin and the way she shifted her body, lifting one shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest, she obviously figured she could handle either option. Alex grinned. There was nothing sexier than a confident woman.
And she was even better up close. Her brows, shades darker than her hair, slashed a strong arch over eyes so blue they were almost the same purple as the sunset. Her mouth was narrow, the upper lip heavier than the lower. He wanted to nibble on that lip, to run his tongue over it and see if it was as delicious as it looked.
Had he ever been so intensely, instantly attracted to a woman? Alex couldnt recall and didnt care. After all, the only thing that mattered was this moment and this woman.