Randi tensed every time her rental car hit a rut in the dirt trail cutting a path through the forest and coiling upward around the tall mountain. She'd never liked the country atmosphere with all its bugs and wild critters. But then again, she'd never had much opportunity to venture out into the wilderness and get a closer look.
When dark clouds rolled overhead, darkening her surroundings, the dense forest took on a gloomy appearance. She felt isolated on the rough and narrow course she followed.
The car bounced in and out of another pothole.
"Road," she scoffed with a shake of her head. "If this is a damn road, then I'd hate to see what this billionaire has for a house."
Hungry and thirsty, she stuck her hand in her purse for a mint to appease her rumbling belly. She found one stashed in the bottom and unwrapped it to pop in her mouth. While sucking on the candy, she tried imagining the scene at the end of her journey. Would she find a fancy mansion? Probably not. After a drive on the pitted road, a ramshackle hut better fit the stories of the eccentric's, mysterious lifestyle. Beyond the rumors her boss had told her when he rushed her out of the office, she hadn't done her usual in-depth profile about a prospective client's personal life. She knew about the Wolfes' vast wealth from articles in the newspapers over the years, but that was the financial section. It had given stock reports, mergers, but nothing about the man or his family. Had he ever been married? Were there sons or daughters handling different phases of the business? All that information would have come in handy.
She followed a path barely wide enough for her four-door luxury car. Branches raked the exterior like fingernails scraping against a blackboard. The nerve-wracking screech echoing from the silver fiberglass had given her a headache. The rental company would charge a fortune for scratches. She cringed at the thought. It wasn't her fault the route couldn't handle a shiny sedan. She expected the millionaire to live on a paved road.
"Damn hermit," she grumbled, admonishing herself for believing the trip would be simple. She hated a cold call on an iffy real estate deal. That was what newbies in the profession did. She took pride in her seasoned professional career. Yet, even she needed to keep the flow of money coming in as steadily as possible. She had two siblings to take care of, and bills didn't wait for year-end deals.
Randi took a deep breath to relax. Tired, tense and bored, she tried thinking of something pleasant. What she wouldn't give to be in some horny guy's apartment, listening to soothing music and getting fucked. She needed a good banging. She'd been so busy at work that she had turned down dozens of real dates. The last screwing had been a quickie in her office with a young mail carrier over two months ago. The thought of him in his tight brown shorts made her insides clench.
"Not now," she chastised her excited libido.
Denying she required a physical outlet was like stopping rain. She didn't possess magic skills, and oh, how her body needed. She felt ready to jump the first male she came to, with the exception of the infamous recluse, Nicholas Wolfe. She couldn't imagine she'd be hot over a crusty old codger.
At the next pothole, she swerved and nearly ran off the road. The close mishap didn't stop her from finding some release for her sexual hunger as she rubbed her hand over the crotch of her slacks. Without panties, she felt the rough seam against her sensitive clit. The dampness of a mild orgasm soon soaked the soft denim.
There was too much going on in her life for a committed relationship right now. She had a career to build. And after her parents' death, she'd automatically become the head of the family. Earning money was a practical necessity that didn't leave room for sentimental journeys. Even though forced by life to avoid relationships, she still indulged in recreational sex at any opportunity.
She wondered about Mr. Wolfe. What had driven him into seclusion when he had the riches to do whatever he wanted? She didn't know any personal details about him. Her mistake for not doing the research. But her boss was so pushy, insisting she go meet the man and not have any preconceived notions about him. Too late there. Everyone knew he wasn't approachable, and that marked him an eccentric. That he owned the biggest parcel of land in the area and, according to reports, refused to sell any of it, pegged him as obstinate. What more was there to know? This was going to be a hard man to deal with.
While her pointless trek through the backwoods would stop most people, she had more to gain then lose. Everything--everyone in her life--depended on her success. She'd be sitting in sound financial heaven if she could maneuver the tricky drive up Wolfe Mountain and close a deal with Mr. Wolfe. Imagine his surprise at her sudden appearance and her stalwart determination. Most businessmen appreciated a financially solid deal, even if it meant ruthlessly selling the homestead.
"He'll be my greatest challenge." She chuckled, imitating the dastardly tone her old boyfriend used to use. He said it was to entertain her, but she knew it was his way of rubbing in the fact he'd one-upped her on some of the best real estate deals.
Randi continued fingering the cloth covering her sex. She slid her hand up to the waistband of her pants and then back down beneath, touching her shaved pussy. Her swollen clit quivered. She rubbed the nub faster to increase the friction. Vibrations from the car added to her stimulating strokes. Her insides tingled with a slow rising heat. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened, aching for attention. Only she didn't have a free hand to caress them while caressing her deprived cunt and driving the car. The euphoric sensation of her orgasm intertwined with visions of a man screwing her into sore exhaustion. She fought writhing on the seat. When the rumble of thunder startled her, even dragging her fingers from her clenching pussy didn't subdue the tremors.
She pulled her hand out of her pants and grasped the steering wheel. Then she closed her eyes for the briefest instant. She hated storms. They had frightened her ever since the night her parents had died in a car accident during a storm. She didn't know if it was the reminder of her loss or the fear something might happen to her, leaving her teenage brother and sister to fend for themselves.
Suddenly, the steering wheel twisted in her grip. She opened her eyes, panicked that she was stupid enough to lapse into self-induced pleasure while driving. Closing her eyes to will away bad weather had almost made her lose control of the car. She clutched the wheel tighter. Her continuing shudders eventually eased, leaving her prickling with small quakes. She silently admonished herself for almost being killed by carelessness.
And then a deer darted at her from the left. She slammed her foot on the brake pedal as a huge blurry mass of brown leapt in front of her car. She swerved right, but her reflexes were too slow to avoid hitting the animal. The thud echoed around her. The front end of the car lurched, rocked, and settled at a forward slant into a ditch.
She opened her eyes, not realizing she had squeezed them shut tight.
Had she hit a deer or had he hit her? She looked through the mud-splattered windows. Nothing was visible in the bleak forest.
"Damn." She took a deep breath, shifted the transmission into reverse, and gunned the engine.
It roared like a race car, wheels spinning, but didn't budge.
"Now what?" She opened the door and looked back. The rear tires hovered above solid ground. "Just f-ing great."
Dropping her shoulders in defeat, she reached for her purse and rummaged inside for her cell phone. Her handbag had always been a catchall for anything worth saving--business cards from influential people, pens that usually didn't write, and candy. Everywhere she went, little individual peppermints, butter mints, or lollipops caught her hand in the bowl as if they were alive and demanded she take them with her. With her hectic schedule, she never stopped for a proper meal, so she lived on the stuff. Today, though, by an unfortunate happenstance, she had a clean purse--new and fresh for filling.
"Ah, here you are." She flipped open her cell phone.
A black screen greeted her. She pressed the On button. Nothing happened. "Crap." She tossed the useless phone back in her purse.
Suddenly, big raindrops made a rhythmic splat on the windshield, and thunder rumbled louder. She turned off the engine.
"Why is bad luck my friend today?" She got out of the car and looked at it. Her car had nose dived into a trench. The back end was up and off the ground by no more than an inch. As she walked around, she tried to think of a remedy. She looked around trying to spot the deer, but he seemed to have disappeared into the woods. From the dents in the hood, it appeared his only impact was leaping on and then off her car. Rain worked through the treetops, soaking her and everything around her. Knowing nothing about cars, especially how to get one out of a predicament like this, she returned to the rear and studied the tires.
"Why is it your ass end is up, and I'm the one getting fucked?" She pounded on the trunk in frustration. Rain poured down. The wet foliage and scattered fall leaves had no traction. She slipped and fell hard.
"Shit," she cried, landing on rocks camouflaged by weeds.
She clamored to get up, thinking about bugs and snakes lying in wait to bite her. Her black ankle high boots had a pointy two-inch heel, and she tried turning her foot to dig it into the ground. A few false starts, but she finally stood. Muddied and still holding her purse, she staggered forward while adjusting the purse strap on her shoulder.
Nervous and intimidated by the dark, dismal forest, she glanced around. From behind, she heard a cracking snap. Was it a branch breaking? And animal coming toward her or scurrying away? What kinds of creatures lived out there? She was a city girl. but she'd heard the stories about mountain lions and bears.
A wolf howled, making her eyes widen with concern for her safety. The car, she thought. Nothing could get her in there. She took her first step in that direction, hoping to sit inside and calm her nerves. Mud had filled the ridges in the soles of her boots making the bottoms slick. She inched along, sliding her fingers across the wet fender, searching for a handhold.
The sky was gone, hidden by the dark mass of clouds and the end of day. In the city, she liked going out to clubs at night, prowling the upscale locations for a handsome man to prey upon for sex. On a desolate mountain, in an eerie forest, she felt like a sitting duck. The next victim of anything horrible.
Another crackle of a breaking twig pushed her to move quicker. She let go of her steadying hold on the fender. Her left foot slipped and her right followed. She plunked down on her butt into the muck. Her fall didn't end there. She fell back on the muddied leaves and slid down the slope.
A sound of surprise squeaked out of her as she traveled a few feet, paused, and then tumbled. She rode the slimy surface nearly ten yards before coming to a stop. With the constant rain obscuring her surroundings, she lost sight of the car. Why hadn't she left the ignition on so the automatic lights couldn't shut off?
Each move she made, she slid again. She knew what it was like to feel like Alice going down the rabbit hole. Everything was strange. She moved to get up, but she kept falling, slipping, sliding, rolling, and colliding painfully with the rough terrain. Nothing was in reach except for the unstable earth she clawed for dear life.
Finally, she grasped a sapling. Her purse had twisted enough times around her upper arm to make a tourniquet. Her limb throbbed and her fingers felt thick and almost numb. She pulled on the twiggy vegetation to drag herself up.
"Oh, shit," she cried, tumbling farther down the craggy hill.
Then her bag snagged a root, stopping her downward skid. She cringed as the jolt shot pain into her shoulder where the purse strap banded her arm.
"Oh, thank God," She panted, flipping onto her back to catch her breath.
Rain hit her face.
"How lovely," she grumbled sarcastically and wiped the wetness away. "How much more am I to take?"
The rustle of leaves, the thump of footsteps, and the constant howling of more than one animal increased her need to get up. She listened to the mournful baying of several wolves. Was it by coincidence, or did they signal one another that she lay helpless for their attack? She had to get to safety.
Her position on the unforgiving mountainside was of no help. The ground gave way. "Not again." Her squeal echoed, drowning out the sounds that scared her.
She kicked her feet, stabbing her heels at the mushy ground. Unable to see, she imagined her heels made grooves in the gravelly mud as she slowed. Scrambling to grab anything, she dug her fingers into wet leaves and came up with nothing. Did the mountain have no end to its abuse?
Then someone's fingers locked around hers, and her heart clutched in terror. The stranger dragged her to solid ground.
She gasped a shaky, "Thank you."
Exhausted, she remained on her back, and gazed up at the dark outline of a man towering over her. Afraid she'd found an inbred maniac on the loose--who else would be out in the rain? She dared to ask, "Who are you?"
"What the devil are you doing here?" Anger roughened his deep voice.
She squinted to focus on the large, hovering form. Rain blurred everything except the craziness rattling around in her noggin'. She'd read the news, seen the movies. Had they caught the person who'd abducted women campers over the years? A rainstorm of lurid pictures flooded her brain. She couldn't think. She didn't move. What could she do against a murderer? Terrified, barely able to breathe, she watched him step closer. The rifle cradled in the crook of his arm scared the crap out of her.