Stranded With a Billionaire Boxed Set

by Seraphina Donavan

  Parker nodded.

  He shut the car door and the Limo took off as he stood and looked around. Well, it’s seven, where is this mysterious bad guy? Just then, something caught his eye…vivid red hair. A woman? Wow, she was cute.

  She stood at the entrance while staring straight at him. Then, she walked slowly toward him.

  He simply watched her stride, her hips swayed with just the right rhythm. One, that somehow made him go instantly hard. What the hell? Here I am in the middle of deep shit and I get a rocket fueled hard on? He shook his head and stomped his foot to try to clear away his dirty thoughts.

  At his head shaking, the woman paused. Her big green eyes looked him up and down, suspiciously.

  Tucker could actually see the emerald hue of those eyes, even from this distance. He then suddenly, felt like he needed to measure up somehow to her perusal of him. Like maybe, she would lose interest? He clenched his fists. Again, I’m fighting the urge to—to what? This isn’t a date, you idiot! He needed to focus. He gave her a polite nod and smiled.

  At his nod, she moved again and came closer. In her hand, she held a green envelope.

  He studied it. Too small for payment. What the hell?

  “Are you waiting for a message?” she asked.

  The sound of her voice was sweet. Such a warmth and by the sparkle in her eyes, he could tell she probably had a huge sense of humor. He took the envelope from her while feeling totally confused. “Um, yeah? I suppose—I mean I really thought that…”

  Her eyes grew wide as she stared over his shoulder.

  Tucker turned around and saw a semi truck barreling their way. “What the fuck?”

  The redhead screamed as the truck’s engine roared from a very short distance away. It came closer, definitely aiming straight at them.

  Tucker grabbed her and leapt sideways just as the runaway truck veered past. He protectively covered the woman’s body with his own. It hit a row of cars in the parking lot with a mean, violent sound. Crunching metal and scattering glass flew everywhere.

  ~***~

  Hot looking guy from the limo was lying on top of her. Oh wow, his body is so hard and warm. Val shook herself. The minute she spotted him her pulse picked up and seemingly, every nerve in her body tingled. He smelled like fresh rain or something and his breath warmed her face. I bet he kisses like—she halted her wayward thoughts—you almost died just now! Thinking of kissing a hot stranger while someone just tried to run you down with a semi truck? She needed to get the hell out of here. She pushed against his chest as the echoing sound of twisting metal and the stinky smell of diesel fuel filled the air.

  Looking infuriated, hot guy rose up a little and glared down at her.

  Val was struck speechless for a full minute as she gaped up at his face. Those blue eyes of his were so piercing, she felt like he might be peering into her soul or something. It took her breath away. My god, where did this guy come from?

  The blue-eyed hunk looked around, but as yet, was still lying over her.

  “Can you get off?” she managed to squeak out.

  His now puzzled looking eyes dropped to her face again. “No, I’m not sure.”

  “Not sure?” she repeated. “About what?”

  With his body rigid over hers, he lowered his lips close to hers. “Who the hell are you?”

  With his lips nearly touching hers, Val gasped and sucked air in. She became lost in that steely blue gaze again. “Um—I’m just—?”

  Unexpectedly, he rose up and grabbed her wrist.

  “Hey!” she yelled.

  He stood her up and grabbed her upper arms. “Did you know they were gonna try to kill me?”

  Val blinked her eyes in shock. “They?”

  “You aren’t going anywhere till I find out what the hell is going on.” He now resumed his glaring at her, then while holding one of her arms, he tore open the envelope. He stared at the page while his face visibly paled.

  A loud sound came from behind them and Val felt like she was gonna pass out at the sight before her. Another Semi truck! She struggled with hot limo guy, but he wouldn’t release her arm. “Let go of me!” she screamed as she watched the huge vehicle heading their way. “It’s coming right at us!”

  The man said nothing as he turned them both around to face the oncoming truck.

  Is he nuts? She kept struggling as her heart pounded in her chest. The truck kept coming and her gasping accelerated. “Oh, God!” she yelled as it neared.

  The man stood firm and quietly kept them both facing toward the semi.

  Val couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Is he a maniac, setting this whole thing up as some kind of weird death wish? Her knees grew weak and he held her up as she almost crumbled to the asphalt.

  The truck blared its horn and she felt like the sound hit her in violent waves. Its massive engine became even louder, and the smell of diesel fuel overwhelmed her as it came within inches—then stopped with an air hissing, grinding noise.

  Val stared at the truck’s grill. Peterbilt. It braked so close, she could read the logo clearly. Hell, she could count the dead freakin bugs on the grate for Christ sake. She let out her held breath in a whoosh and her traumatized body collapsed forward.

  Good looking nut job scooped her up, then gazed up at the cab. He acted calm and cool as he nodded at the driver, then carried her around it to stop at the trailer door at the rear of the truck.

  I’m near to hyperventilating and he acts like this happens every dammed day? She vaguely felt him climb up, open the door and set her inside. Her shock prevented her from doing or saying anything at all yet. God dammit, that cardboard box sounded good right about now. What had I been thinking to trust that cartoonish creep so fucking easily? She turned her shaking body around to see the trailer door slam shut with a metal screeching finality. Hell, I’d move in with Sally at this point. Her racing thoughts kept rambling in lieu of going nuts.

  It suddenly became pitch dark and she felt panicked while sucking in her breath again. A couple of tense minutes went by as she heard the truck engine change gears and the semi was moving. “What in the—?” A light popped on and she rubbed at her eyes.

  Standing above her was her kidnapper—all six foot something of him. Again, her voice abandoned her as she stared at his very shiny expensive shoes, then her eyes moved upward. His slacks were just as pricey as the shoes. All Italian everything, the cost of just his shoes could probably pay her rent for 6 months. Her gaze moved up further. She couldn’t help but to notice how built he was. Her mind wandered as she envisioned him without his expensive threads. She shook her head to force out such silly notions. This guy is dangerous. Clothes or no clothes! When her eyes moved up past his broad chest, she saw him glaring down at her.

  “So, what’s next?” he seethed the question at her.

  Batting her eyes in pure bewilderment she was puzzled by his angry stance and accusing glare. You would think she’d been driving the truck from hell and tried to kill him or something? “What?”

  “I asked—”

  That’s it! I’m pissed now. Val stood up on shaky legs. “I know what you asked!” Her words came out breathless. This guy may look like candy on a stick, but he’s about to get another kind of licking!

  He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.

  “I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’d better let me out of this truck. You’re the one who dragged me into—” Her sentence died as she caught sight of their surroundings. Totally mystified, she looked around to see the trailer was decked out like a small, posh apartment. A couch, table, flatscreen TV, along with a full sized bed, microwave and even a fridge. Track lighting ran above it all on the metal walls of the trailer. She then spotted what looked to be a fancy port-a-potty! “A penthouse in a Peterbilt? What is this, Pimp My Truck—?”

  “Why don’t you tell me?”

  Her stunned gaze swung back over to him. “Look, blue eyes…” Val caught herself and noted a slight
twitch tugged at his lips as though he might crack a smile. “I think you’d better let me out of here.”

  “Well, if you want out, you’d better talk to the driver, I think we’re going at about 75 miles an hour and if you jump out?” he smirked at her, “It might hurt just a little.”

  Val stared at him. His voice just seemed to slide over her as if caressing her skin. Just his tone made everything he said sound inviting and sexually charged even. She felt those dammed goose bumps again and she unconsciously rubbed at her arms.

  Ignoring her now, his eyes searched around at the trailer studio and he seemed to spot something on the table in front of the couch.

  Val followed his gaze. A piece of paper?

  He walked over and picked it up .Scanning it, he slowly raised his eyes to her.

  Val saw an intense look there in his eyes and she took a nervous step back. “Now look—I don’t know what is going on and I don’t—?”

  He dropped the slip of paper and headed toward her.

  Val jumped back a few more shaky steps. “Stay away from me!”

  While he stalked her, he loosened his tie and then he tore it up over his head, dropping it to the metal floor. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt. He seemed to be disrobing with each powerful step he took.

  Val bit at her lip and stared in wonder as he tore the shirt off too. Gulping, she stood frozen. Well, Val you wondered about what might be under his fancy clothes and now you’re gonna get an eyeful!

  A sly smile appeared on his kissable lips, as he stood right in front of her now. He slowly lowered his hands and unbuckled his belt.

  She openly gaped at him. He’s actually stripping? “Now, wait just a dammed—”

  “Strip!” he yelled.

  “Oh, no!” she shouted back. “That’s not in my job description, Mister Psycho hot pants. Hell no. Unh-uh!”

  He unhooked his belt and dropped his expensive slacks. “Look lady. This is your game and if you think I’m stripping and allowing you to remain clothed…You’d better think again.” He knelt down and removed his shoes.

  When he stood up, Val was struck speechless all over again, as she stared at his muscled chest and powerful looking legs. The man was only wearing a pair of black briefs and matching black socks now. She’d been so caught up in gawking, she never realized he was coming her way, till he was just inches away.

  Grabbing her, he pulled her close. “We only have two more minutes!” He tugged at her blouse and ripped it from her shoulders. The tearing of her blouse didn’t stop there as he pulled her slacks down and over her hips. He lifted her body up and removed them completely.

  Shock hit her hard as she didn’t even expect this. “Stop!” she finally spoke up as she hung over his bare shoulder.

  “Can’t,” he tersely replied as he stripped her of her socks and divested her of her plain brown loafers, then set her back down. He gave her body a brief hot look and his focused attention stopped at her wrist.

  Her shocked gaze followed his…Her watch? Val’s eyes shot upward. “Oh, no, you don’t! I saved for a month to buy this watch!”

  “Well that’s—” Hot psycho man halted as though some sanity might be pushing its way into his brain. He shook his head at her, then raised his wrist to her gaze. “This would’ve taken you a year to get then.” He tore what looked like a Cartier or Rolex watch from his wrist.

  Val glared at him as she panted for air. “Well, shit. Mister fancy fucking everything! Mine is just a Timex, but you’re gonna play hell getting it!”

  At her heated threat, he paused and seemed to be studying her face.

  It was hard to tell what he might be thinking, but damn if he didn’t look amused. She backed all the way up, till the metal wall met with her bare back.

  A slow grin appeared on those yummy lips of his. “Hand it over, or I’ll get it the same way I got your clothing.”

  Val studied him, staring into those deep, intense but amused blue eyes of his. She knew he meant it and if her bare skin met with his again, she may want to give him more than just her stupid watch. Well now, wouldn’t that be rich? A damsel in distress all hot and bothered. She let out a frustrated sigh and pulled it from her wrist. Her eyes grew beady as she raised her arm to throw the dammed thing into his good-looking face.

  “Unh-uh…” He slowly shook his head with warning as humor continued danced in his gaze. He reached out and grabbed the watch, gathered her clothes and stepped over to his pile, scooping his clothing up.

  Val found herself breathing heavily as she realized that not only was she very naked; she was trapped in a truck with a stranger who also happened to be NAKED. And it wasn’t a bad naked either, he had to be the BEST naked she ever saw, for Pete’s Sake. She now conspicuously felt the cool air hitting her skin, as she watched him bend over. Her eyes widened as her skin flushed. And a perfect ass too? She rubbed her arms with a chill of reality or maybe the hots, she just didn’t know for sure. She just couldn’t decide if she wanted to kick it or grab—

  Unexpectedly, as if he knew she’d been ass gawking, he flipped around to stare at her now. His focus started at her calves, then slowly his eyes rose up to her thighs. He studied her pink lace trimmed undies and then his perusal stretched higher to her lace covered boobs.

  At his bold perusal, she sucked her breath in. This guy is checking me out? Oh, man. It’s not like you weren’t guilty of doing the same just now, Val. Then she realized her skin even felt prickly as if it could actually feel his penetrating stare.

  He gave her a huge, wickedly handsome grin.

  Val’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute here…”

  He reached down and lowered his briefs.

  Val’s mouth dried up completely as her stomach seemed to fill up with butterflies. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. This had to be the strangest adventure in her memory. She should’ve been looking for a weapon, a way out, forming a plan. But no—she found herself wanting to see the final act of hot, crazy guy stripping to his natural state.

  Half-naked Adonis halted his debriefing and stared at her chest. “I’ll remove mine when you remove yours.” The challenge in his eyes and voice was unmistakable.

  Her now dry mouth popped open completely.

  THREE

  Tucker ran out of patience as he stared at this girl who obviously excelled as a great actress. Despite her sweet voice and sexy fiery temper that matched the hue of her hair, he needed to get through this alive and whole. These buyers sent a woman to procure the component and he felt furious about it. Like they wanted to either trap him, trick him or seduce him in some way. They must think he’s some kind of idiot with money and a dick but no brains. He reached into his trousers which lay over his arm and took out the tiny chip. Then, raised it up. “See? I have it.”

  The woman remained open mouthed and her green eyes were still wide as she gawked at him.

  “Okay, so now take off the bra and panties.”

  Her mouth slammed shut and her eyes seemed to dilate as shock instantly turned to rage. “Go…Fuck…Yourself!”

  At her unlady-like response, he jerked his head back and took a long look at this woman of espionage. It became obvious that she looked upset, whether she felt angry or truly afraid, he really couldn’t tell. On the other hand, he couldn’t afford to figure it out right now. “Take them off or I will do it for you, just like before. We only have one minute left.”

  She turned her head and looked all around as if trying to find a way out.

  “Okay, we’ll do it your way.” He rushed over to her and grabbed her bra straps.

  “Stop it!” she pounded at him with her small fists.

  Tucker ignored her. He ripped her lace bra and panties from her skin.

  Fiery girl tried her best to hold onto the scraps of material he’d left. “Help!” she screamed.

  Tucker then, promptly balled up her underwear, took all the clothing and went around her. He decided to brave it out and make good on his promise. When he got to the trailer
door, he turned and faced her, tucked the bundle under one arm, then peeled his black briefs down and off. He looked right into her awe stricken, wide green eyes as he did so. The fact that his cock sprang out, hard long and ready to race was something he just had to live with. Then, he struggled to unhook the door. The sunlight and a heated rush of air almost knocked him down as he attempted to fight the wind and throw the clothing out.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked.

  Using all his strength to keep the door on its hinges and tugging it back toward him, he finally pulled it shut and latched it back. “You know full well…What.”

  A stunned look registered on her paling face as though she just then realized what he’d done, she screamed in frustration and lunged for him.

  Tucker caught her and tried to grab her hands as her nails were digging into his forearms. Despite the heated struggle, he could smell her light perfume or her shampoo maybe? It permeated his senses. Her bare body was rubbing against his and he felt himself harden, all over again.

  Unexpectedly, she halted her struggles. “Why are you doing this?” She asked quietly, as she peered up at him with those angelic green eyes. Her chest was heaving with her gasping breaths.

  Tucker held her wrists while staring at those full breasts, he felt his mouth water as her nipples looked rosy sweet and perfectly erect. He sure didn’t expect her to stop the shrieking onslaught so suddenly and he sure hadn’t anticipate her question either. “I could ask you the same thing.” He let go of her hands.

  Covering her nippled glory with her arms as though she felt his heated stare, she huffed, “You mean, why am I defending myself against some madman, who grabbed me up, threw me into a truck—then rips off my clothes?”

  Okay, now, he hadn’t expected that answer at all either. “The message.”

  She batted her eyes at him in seeming confusion. “The message?’

  He nodded and fought the urge to tug her arms away from her breasts. In fact, he found himself fighting many urges at the moment. “The one you brought to me.”