Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)
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				Title: <strong>Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 04:35:10</strong>
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				Kat tried to stifle a yawn as she peered at the computer screen.&nbsp; Working two jobs for almost two-weeks now is starting to take its toll.&nbsp; She loves her current job at Forrest Securities, serving as their receptionist and all-around girl Friday.&nbsp; Still the recent death of her mother after a long bout of cancer had left Kat burdened with major hospital bills, forcing her to quit her business school classes and instead, had started waitressing at the local 24-hour diner.<br><br>Kat is a pretty, petite young woman, with long straight dark hair that she usually wear in a loose bun, baring her slender neck.&nbsp; She has dark-brown eyes that has an exotic tilt on their corners, giving her a slightly feline look.&nbsp; She is usually dressed very conservatively, in a neat shirt with the company logo and a simple woolen skirt, that fails to hide her nice feminine shape.<br><br>“You look tired.”&nbsp; Said a voice from behind her, and Kat almost jumped out of her skin.&nbsp; She swiveled around only to smile at the grinning face of Luke Maxwell, COO of the company.&nbsp; She gave him a warm smile, considering that he is always nice to her.&nbsp; “No. I’m fine. Just probably need some afternoon caffeine to perk me up.”&nbsp; Luke gave her an understanding nod, and disappeared into his office, the one adjoining the owner’s.<br><br>Kat stared at the other closed door, and went into her usual imaginary game.&nbsp; She had never met the owner, even having been hired almost three months ago.&nbsp; She had seen a couple pictures of him in the lobby’s bulletin board with some of the bigwigs, and was slightly fascinated of the big man with the&nbsp; stern, unsmiling face.&nbsp; She had wondered about him, heard him mentioned in respectful tones by most of their agents, who seemed to either view him in fear or awe.&nbsp; She sometime find it puzzling that she had never actually met him in person, but she decided she is probably too low in the employees’ totem pole to be considered.&nbsp; Still she cannot help conjuring scenarios where their paths would accidentally crossed.<br><br>Catching herself daydreaming, she forced herself to focus back on the blinking screen. Once in a while, she would have this strange sensation that she is being watched, but when she would look around, she would be by herself in the front lobby.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she continued working.&nbsp; <br><br>When the clock struck 6:00 pm, she had finished several reports.&nbsp; The building is practically empty as she gathered her purse. With her head already planning a quick dinner before she reports for her 8:00 to midnight shift, she absentmindedly stepped into the elevator.&nbsp; She was about to close the door, when a hand was thrust between the sliding panels, forcing them&nbsp; to automatically retreat back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 16:55:25</strong>
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				Rick parked in his Private garage that only he had access to and took the elevator that required only his key to work upstairs. Every morning was the same for him wake up alone in bed, get up and shower, get dressed, leave without saying goodbye to anyone but his cat and then head off to his multimillion dollar security company to be secluded in an office instead of a house. As he made his way inside, passing the area that would soon be filled with employees and clients, he thought about how life use to be different in the army.<br><br>Rick stepped inside his large office saying hi to the only person outside of clients that really knew him at his own company "Hey Luke, Ranger game this weekend sound good, we got that private box might as well use it." Luke laughed and said yes then went back to working. As the boss stepped into his very modern work area he spoke the words to get everything set up for the day "Computer lights" and then hit the switch on his coffee machine on the way to his desk where he took off his Armani jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. Turning to grab his coffee cup he looked at the monitors that gave him a full view of the offices and outside and noticed a girl, he had been watching for quite sometime now, showing up to work.<br><br>Although he never talked to his employees, most of them knew of him and who he was from rumors and such. Rick tried his hardest to avoid people accept for Luke who was an old army buddy and his closest if not only friend. This girl was different though he liked her.<br><br>The evening came fast beckoning on the end of the day and clearing of the employees as usual. Rick always waited watching the monitors until the halls were clear before heading out. Today he noticed that Kat, as her profile called her, was the last to leave and in an unprecedented split decision Rick got up and caught the elevator getting inside with her. The first few minutes were silent he was not really much for starting a conversation, which meant not many conversations were had with him because of his intimidating appearance and also because he was the boss. " Ummm Hello, Kat if I'm not mistaken." he said in a tone that was somehow both masculine and somewhat shy at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 13:49:45</strong>
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				Kat tried not to stare as a tall, large man joined her in the elevator. Judging by his height he is definitely over 6-foot tall, and with those muscles straining his expensive suit, his size made the confined space practically smaller.&nbsp; A small uncomfortable silence descended as Kat puzzled whether she should say hello or not.&nbsp; She got more self-conscious when after her initial shock at discovering that she wasn’t the only left in the building, she&nbsp; finally recognized her elevator companion.<br><br>It was the boss.&nbsp; There is some really distinct similarities to those man’s features and the ones on those grainy photos that she had obsessively inspected.&nbsp; Before she can make up her mind on what to do next, she heard him speak.<br><br>Her heart skipped a beat when he said her name.&nbsp; She was surprised that he knew it, and was actually pleasantly pleased that he did.&nbsp; “Hi! Yes.&nbsp; I’m Kat.&nbsp; You’re Mr. Forrest.&nbsp; Rick. Now to meet you.”&nbsp; Kat stopped talking, realizing she is babbling.&nbsp; She can feel a blush rising to her cheeks at her gaucheness and instead settled for a warm smile, and then simply stared at the blinking numbers signaling their descent.<br><br>The elevator halted to a stop and the doors slid open, revealing the underground parking lot.&nbsp; Kat turned to her boss, and said politely,&nbsp; “Well, it had been nice meeting you, Mr.&nbsp; Forrest.&nbsp; You have a good evening, sir.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 15:10:46</strong>
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				What a luscious woman she was, her curves not unlike those most men would Cherish to have and her face as beautiful as any man could want to see everyday. Rick was not at all a ladies man. Having very little contact over the years with anything other than a gun and fellow soldiers; He never quite learned his way with women. Not that he had many problems attracting them with the training he has done his whole life.<br><br>Rick's body was in complete contradiction with his head at times and he didn't really know how to fix it. His looks attract women all the time but his mind doesn't have the strategic thinking to close the deal. He is, however, a very successful business man and thought maybe if he applied that logic to this situation he might have some success. "The pleasure is all mine." He said making eye contact and smiling at the Lady next to him that looked to be as nervous as he felt but didn't show.<br><br>His eyes followed hers and noticed she was anxious to leave the small space of the elevator uncomfortable, he assumed, because of who he was or maybe even how he looked. <br><br>As she raced to leave his keen instincts and superior peripheral vision noticed her keys dropping and he caught them as they fell from her purse. Running out of the elevator and around the corner he yelled " Kat you dropped these displaying the keys to her." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 17:03:34</strong>
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				Kat was almost out of the elevator, when Rick’s voice stopped her.&nbsp; She halted and whirled around so fast she bumped against him.&nbsp; She shivered slightly at the contact, as she tried to steady herself.&nbsp; There is something about him, Mr. Forrest, that intimidated her, and strangely, excited her, too.&nbsp; Maybe it’s his size, his strong masculine presence that made her aware about how small and female she is.<br><br>She extended her hand, as she thanked him.&nbsp; “Thanks, Sir.&nbsp; I would have not noticed and I would have gone crazy looking for it, then I would be late for work, and then.”&nbsp; She stopped in mid-sentence, feeling like an idiot again.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and composed herself, as her fingers circled her keys.&nbsp; “I’m sorry.&nbsp; Didn’t mean to bore you with that.&nbsp; Thank you again.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 19:39:24</strong>
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				When she bumped into him, he could not resist putting his arm around her stopping her from falling back to far but also grazing her with his body. He was smiling at her odd look of what he thought was a mix of fear and intrigue all at once. " Sorry about that. Smooth one Rick kill your cutest employee by running her over while being twice her size." His voice was nervous not knowing how she would take him joking around with her.<br><br>Rick, trying to be as casual as he could with her, looked back toward the elevator " Late for work?" with a quizzical cute face draped with a smile that would melt any girl. " I don't need you back tonight you know your free after 5 to be honest although I do know you like to stay late." He dropped the keys into her tiny hand taking a little longer to let go than he should have but loving the feel of her warm soft skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 02:41:21</strong>
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				Kat tried not to blush, to hide the fact that she heard him call her cute.&nbsp; The idea that someone as attractive and powerful as this guy would find her attractive filled her with wonder. <br><br>When he asked about her comment about being late for work, Kat felt the blush turning into embarrassment.&nbsp; She should really watch she says sometimes.&nbsp; Accepting her keys, she stammered out,&nbsp; “No, I mean, not here. I have an evening job.”&nbsp; Not sure if that is against company’s policy or anything, she added, not wanting him to think that she does not like her current work with him.&nbsp; “I like my work here and the pay is decent, but I had some things to take care of that demands an extra paycheck.”<br><br>Not liking how that sounded, she opted for honesty.&nbsp; “My mother recently died of cancer, and her long stay in the hospital has put me into major debt.&nbsp; Just taking care of my responsibilities.”&nbsp; She gave him another friendly smile.&nbsp; “Again thanks.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 15:32:49</strong>
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				Rick wanted to show his emotions to her in her loss but before he had time his instincts, always keen to their surroundings, picked up movement behind her. As fast as the keys were in her hand, his were now filled with automatic pistols and his arms were wrapped underneath her armpits. Behind her in the shadows were three men all armed and ready to fire at them. Before bullets could leave their barrels, Rick unloaded with his weapons and the three men were down. <br><br>He now tossed her down behind a van and followed that with a swift reload from the holsters under his coat, releasing the empty clips and replacing them with full ones without missing a beat. Rick spun as he did this and came around firing on two other men that were in the shadows of the parking lot to his left dropping them as fast as the last two.<br><br>Dropping down beside her he said " These guys aren't after you and we have to move." Kat's car was the only thing other than the security vans inside the parking lot which is what they would have to get to. As she tried to get up he threw his arms around her and looked to be listening intently to something. Suddenly a foot came out around the corner of the van and Rick drove his hunting knife into it before standing up and driving an uppercut into the chin of the man he heard coming knocking him back 5 ft. Without saying a word he picked up the girl and began running toward her car dragging her behind him, until a blast came to knock them both back and her car was now engulfed in flames.<br><br>After getting up he moved quickly to being them both to the elevator where he used his key to send it toward the lower level no one but he could enter. " I'm sorry for this, I'll replace your car once I know your safe again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 03:31:55</strong>
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				Kat was about to turn around when she felt Rick’s hands on her, practically lifting her off her feet and dropping her behind a park van.&nbsp; The sound of gunfire filled the air, and instinctively Kat covered her ears, cringing at the smell of gunpowder. Then she felt Rick beside her, his voice quiet and calm, forcing Kat to rein hold of her own rising panic.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and prepared herself to run with him, when he swiftly stood up, and with a few deft moves swiftly overpowered his assailant.&nbsp; <br><br>Cringing from the physical violence, Kat shrunk back.&nbsp; Still she made no protest when Rick grabbed her and pushed her to a dead run towards her car.&nbsp; However, just a few feet to their target, her car all of sudden exploded in a huge ball of fire, throwing her and her boss off their feet.<br><br>Reeling from the shock at seeing her trusty little Civic reduced to a smoking pile of rubble, Kat followed Rick blindly back to the elevator, where the box immediately rumbled.&nbsp; She had lost one shoe in the struggle, half of her hair had escaped her loose bun, her knees are scraped and bleeding and she had soot on her face.&nbsp; Her heart is still pounding, as she practically stared wide-eyed at Rick, who looked cool and unaffected after the downstairs attack.<br><br>Answering his remark about getting her a new car, one that assured her a little, seeing that the thought of being without a vehicle is difficult especially when one have no extra funds to buy one, she asked,&nbsp; “Who are those guys?&nbsp; What are we going to do?&nbsp; Do we need to call the police?”&nbsp; Kat drew a deep breath, not wanting to sound hysterical with her questions, even as she try to make sense of the whole situation.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 19:25:13</strong>
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				Rick placed an uneasy arm around the frightened girl that stood next to him asking run on questions in rapid fire. He was not use to needing to comfort the people around him. Usually during times like this he was near men the size of himself with just as much combat expertise or at least close to it.<br><br>Suddenly, if you were behind Rick and afraid of blood, you would of jumped back because a lot of it was now coming from a gash on his shoulder probably obtained from the blast when he used cat like reflexes to cover Kat from the blast. He payed no attention to the gash and as the elevator doors opened he walked Kat to his oversized military hummer. " There is no other way in here than that impenetrable garage door over the." He pointed once inside the Hummer. "I can't say what is on the other side of it but this Hummer should keep us protected." <br><br>Rick reloaded his pistols again and with the flick of two switched on his dash a machine gun appeared on the hood of the large vehicle and the backseat folded up to reveal a few more effective choices for weapons. "Were going to get out of here but our homes are not safe these people are professionals probably a rival security firm, I have a cabin out of the way where we'll be safe until Luke can clear this up for us. I'll drive us here and then you can call in an emergency to your other employer and I'll call Luke." He pushed the garage button on his sunvisor and raced out to a surprisingly empty alleyway before speeding onto the highway and toward out of the city. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 23:00:42</strong>
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				Kat took strength at Rick’s calm attitude,&nbsp; fighting the panic as she let him guide her to an oversized vehicle parked nearby. Her conscious mind identified it as a Hummer, but it was fashioned almost like a tank.&nbsp; She scrambled to the passenger side, kicking off her remaining shoe to the side, as she waited for Rick to take his place on the driver’s side.<br><br>She watched him wide-eyed as he reloaded his pistols and almost jumped in surprise when a machine gun appeared on the hood of the vehicle.&nbsp; She just stared in amazement as more weapons were revealed causing her to almost shrink by the vehicle’s door.&nbsp; His next words caused her to gape at him, her mind still processing the impact of what it meant.&nbsp; She can’t go home, she has to call her job which obviously meant she’ll lose the work and if she is going to be gone for more than a day, she will eventually be fired.&nbsp; She tried not to appear scared even as she try to stave off her own worries for her own financial survival.<br><br>She remained quiet as the Hummer sped through the busy streets until it made it out of the city limits.&nbsp; The traffic got lighter and more sparse, and Kat slowly relaxed.&nbsp; She stole a glance at her companion, watching his hands, as he steered the wheel with casual competence.&nbsp; His profile. lighted by the occassional passing car, was stern and aloof.&nbsp; She shifted, stretching her legs, and that’s when she saw it.&nbsp; The stain of something dark against the vehicle’s leather seat.&nbsp; It took her a few moments to realized that it was a blood.<br><br>With a cry of dismay, she moved closer.&nbsp; “Mr. Forrest, you are hurt.&nbsp; Your shoulder is bleeding.”&nbsp; She looked around looking for something, anything, to stem the flow of blood.&nbsp; “We need to go to a hospital.”&nbsp; She forgot her own problems as she started to fuss over him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 04:21:03</strong>
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				He easily shut off emotions, part of his training. Pain and things like it were always shut out of his mind to allow for clear, competent and focused thinking in times of war. " You need not worry about your finances, this is my fault and if we live through this you will be taken care of." The emphasis on the word if probably wouldn't be comfortable to her, great job Rick you idiot. "Sorry I didn't mean to be so callous." <br><br>He made his way up to the dirt road hidden by trees and darkness and eventually came to a large metal gate. Hitting another button on the device on his sun visor the gate magically opened and allowed them access to the paved driveway which lead to a small but comfortable looking cabin. As she noticed his injury, he too finally realized the blood "No hospital Kat we can't risk it, there is a first aid kit inside the cabin. I'm going to need you to sew up the gash, can you do that?" He was never only doing one thing at a time, as they had this conversation he was already loading weapons from the backseat into a bag and had his driver side door open. After packing the weapons he made his way around the Hummer to her door and opened it.<br><br>"Come on, whether you can help or not we need to get inside." He said constantly shifting his eyes from side to side watching for movement in the darkened woods that surrounded his getaway home. When they finally reached the door it opened to a room that from the inside looked surprisingly big. Furnished with the best stuff from around the world and more beautiful than nature, his cabin was a paradise in the woods. When they were both inside he locked the door and turned on the state of the art security system. <br><br>"I also have some bad news, this cabin was designed for just me. One bedroom and bathroom and mostly man like food in the kitchen. I'll sleep on the floor though so no trouble." He laid down the bag on weapons in the living room next to the fireplace, grabbed the first aid kit from a nearby cupboard and removed his bloodstained shirt. This was two pronged, for one his now was topless and very intimidating to look at both muscular and massive. Secondly, the sight of all that blood would be unsettling for most people and she would need to bear that to help him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 02:45:04</strong>
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				Kat could only blink at how matter-of-fact Mr. Forrest is about his bleeding wound.&nbsp; Feeling slightly foolish at her concern, she followed him meekly once they got out of the vehicle.&nbsp; She noticed his furtive, efficient check of their environment, and she wondered again how big of a danger they are in.<br><br>The cabin was surprisingly well furnished, belying its outward rustic appearance.&nbsp; When Rick explained the sleeping arrangements, Kat tried not to blush at his words.&nbsp; It slowly dawned on her that she will be cooped up with this enigmatic stranger in this small cabin for an indefinite period of time.<br><br>When he started taking of his coat, followed by his shirt, revealing a hard, muscled torso.&nbsp; Kat tried not to look embarrassed even though she focused her eyes somewhere above his shoulders.&nbsp; However, the sight of the first aid kit made her realized that he would need her help.&nbsp; Steeling her nerves, she swallowed nervously before approaching him carefully.&nbsp; <br><br>“Let me look at that.” She picked up a rag, wet it from the sink, and carefully wipe the blood off.&nbsp; The bullet had grazed the upper shoulder, leaving a gash of about several inches, where the flesh is gaping open.&nbsp; Even for an amateur like Kat, it is pretty obvious it would need stitches.<br><br>As if reading her mind, Kat wordless accepted the needle already threaded with some kind of black string.&nbsp; Kat wondered if he would need some kind of anaesthetic.&nbsp; At his curt nod and hoping that her hands are not shaking,&nbsp; she started to sew the wound up.&nbsp; It only required six stitches, but Kat felt like it took forever.&nbsp; Still the man was stoic, not even a whimper; the only sign that he is in pain are his hands, balled into fists, the knuckles white.<br><br>Finally done, she cut off the remaining thread and step back to check on her handiwork.&nbsp; “I hope that is okay.&nbsp; I’m sorry, I hope I did not hurt you that much.”&nbsp; She murmured softly.&nbsp; Looking around, she felt awkward.&nbsp; This man is a virtual stranger to her, and now she is in a way trapped in this cabin with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 16:37:37</strong>
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				The pain was like an old friend to Rick as his most unlikely roommate went to work sewing the sizable gash left by one of the stray bullets during the fight. He clinched his hands but did not make a sound as the purified needle placed its weaves between the opening. "Don't worry too much about it, I heal fast the stiches will help a lot though thanks." <br><br>Once he heard the click of the sissors to signal her completion of the daunting task, he stood up and did not bother replacing his shirt just yet so that air could help the healing process. " I'm going to leave the wound exposed to the air for a bit I hope you don't mind my being topless near you." He said this with a somewhat devious grin. <br><br>Changing his expression quickly he walked away into the kitchen and returned with drinks after placing some hamburgers on the stove in a frying pan along with onions and chili. " Here I got you some water hope that's ok, there is other things as well if you wanted a real drink too." He cracked open a bottle of vintage scotch and poured himself a small glass full. "Helps the pain." He said smiling at her. "I also put on the stuff to make sloppy joes, old army food, I hope you don't mind it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 18:42:28</strong>
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				Kat tried not to stare at Rick and his bared torso.&nbsp; He is a big man, glaringly virile, and his presence seemed to make the room smaller.&nbsp; Still it is hard not to admire a man who is so toned, abs so ripped, arms nicely muscled.&nbsp; Feeling slightly discomfited, she started exploring the room, while he disappeared into the kitchen.<br><br>With him gone for a few moments, Kat considered the repercussions of today’s little adventure.&nbsp; She knew she will have to say goodbye to her other job, after missing work tonight.&nbsp; She wondered if Rick will think her mercenary if she took him up on his offer to recompense her financially, and she decided she will accept it only if the amount is very reasonable and not overly generous.&nbsp; She pays her debt, and she is not a freeloader.<br><br>She turned around when she heard him walk back in.&nbsp; Again, she tried not to notice how masculine he is, as she try to fight her own shyness.&nbsp; She accepted the water bottle and took a sip.&nbsp; Quietly she watched him pour a drink for himself, nodding politely to his comments.&nbsp; She can smell food coming from the kitchen, and her stomach rumbled, reminding her it had been hours since she had last eaten.&nbsp; The paltry PB&amp;J sandwich that she had for lunch had long been used by her body’s adrenaline.<br><br>“Whatever it is, it smells fine. Do you want to check on it?&nbsp; I don’t mind helping out.”&nbsp; She offered, ready to walk towards the kitchen once he gives his approval.&nbsp; “By the way, any idea, how long are we going to be here? I mean, I’m not complaining, but, it’s good to know.”&nbsp; She found herself babbling again.&nbsp; What is with this man that he can easily turn her into a blithering idiot.&nbsp; Feeling embarrassed, she opted for leaving the room. “I think I’ll check on the food,” she murmured quietly, and disappeared in the doorway that she hoped leads to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 19:00:47</strong>
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				Rick was very impressed by her calm nature after what they had just been through and furrowed his brow A little at the question of time they will be spending in the cabin. "Well it all depends on what Luke can figure out for us, no longer than a week I assume." He noticed her rambling on again and realized that she probably didn't spend much time with strange men who have the tops off.<br><br>"No need to be shy around me." He said following her and then placing an arm on her shoulder to direct her toward the kitchen area. "After what we just were through together it's as if were old friends now. Most of my closest are people who I have been shot at with." He said with a chuckle knocking a bit of his shy facade off and showing more comfort around her now hoping it will rub off. " Let me get you a real drink so that you can calm your nerves A little. What do you usually like vodka, rum, scotch I have the finest of all three here." <br><br>He stared at her body, she really was a beautiful girl made him wonder how she came to having two jobs and not just relying on her looks to get her a rich husband. I mean any girl who looked like she did in plain clothing would be a goddess in what a man of his standards could buy for her. Don't let your mind stray Rick, stick to the plan and everything will be fine you know better.<br><br>The food was done and together they grabbed a plentiful helping each and then he directed her back to the living room where he started a fire for warmth and turned on the television to local news hoping to find something about the attack. Setting his plate down he strode over to where the bar was and grabbed another glass with ice and refilled his own " So what will it be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 23:58:04</strong>
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				Kat always jumped out of her skin when Rick’s hand landed on her shoulder, gently guiding her towards the direction of the kitchen.&nbsp; She took a long deep breath to calm her racing pulse, berating herself for being too aware of the man.&nbsp; She gave him a wan smile when he commented that she should stop being shy around him, turning up the volume a beat when he added the joke about being shot together lead to friendship.&nbsp; At his offer of a drink, she simply nodded.&nbsp; Kat never drink but not wanting to be rude, she thought, it would not be bad to just take a little sip.<br><br>The food was almost done as she can see, so she helped serve them into plates and followed Rick back into the living room. With a fire going on and the background&nbsp; chatter of the television, it was a pretty cozy set-up.&nbsp; &nbsp;At his offer of a drink, she hesitated..&nbsp; Kat never drink but not wanting to be rude, she thought, it would not be bad to just take a little sip. “I don’t really drink, so I leave it up to you.”&nbsp; She finally said, as she quietly ate the surprisingly good sloppy joes, or maybe her hungry stomach is just grateful to have something warm and filling.<br><br>A thought occurred to her all of a sudden.&nbsp; Since her employer’s life is almost a secret,&nbsp; she realized she is curious enough to ask. “Mr.&nbsp; Forrest?&nbsp; If we stay for a couple of days, wouldn’t your family be looking for you?”.&nbsp; Silently, she added, “or your wife or girlfriend, maybe?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 03:45:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rick was a sly one, as always, and turned his back to her as he poured her a glass of vintage scotch with a few extra ingredients to lighten the mood of the night. Rick finished off his single sloppy Joe and headed over with her drink in hand toward the couch sitting next to the lovely young girl.<br><br>He looked her over as she asked the question prying into his very secret life with a special emphasis on wife or girlfriend. " Well my parents were killed when I was younger and I have no other family short of a brother who lives in Maine that I haven't talked to in years. So no one will miss me if I am away for any length of time." He pounded back the last of his drink, a distant stare into the fire as memories of his family rode through the tracks of his mind. "You will find that the life of an ex-General and current multimillionaire businessman doesn't leave much time for making connections. What about you, won't anyone miss you?" <br><br>He turned his gaze, both penetrating and full of raw sexual magnetism back onto her pretty innocent eyes as he awaited an answer to his simple and innocent inquiry that had a very devious ulterior motive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 21:29:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat accepted the glass from Rick absentmindedly, still finishing up her food.&nbsp; She listened quietly as he answered her question.&nbsp; In a way she understood exactly what he meant, knowing what is it like to be alone in the world.&nbsp; She took a tentative sip of the drink, and tried to hide a cough as the fiery liquid seared a trail of heat down her throat.&nbsp; Still, not wanting to appear too naive, she took another gulp down, hoping that the alcohol can help her settle her nerves.<br><br>At his question,&nbsp; Kat tried to appear nonchalant, but once again she felt the hurt, the wound still raw after her recent loss.&nbsp; To soothe it away, she took another swig of the drink in her hand, unconcerned that she is drinking far more than she had ever had in her life.<br><br>“No, no one will miss me.”&nbsp; She answered.&nbsp; For a moment she was silent, absorbing what that statement meant.&nbsp; Not wanting to sound pitiful, she added hurriedly as an explanation.&nbsp; “As I have mentioned before, my Mom just passed away.&nbsp; I’m an only child, and she was a single mother.”&nbsp; Feeling the familiar prick of tears, she brushed off her worries, and said,&nbsp; “Let me put away the dishes, and clean up.&nbsp; It’s the least that I can do.”<br><br>She hurriedly stood up, her intent to pick up the empty plates, when she felt the room swayed.&nbsp; Feeling slightly dizzy, she reached out to secure her balance, realizing her foolishness of downing the liquor too quickly.&nbsp; “Oh, no, I think the room is spinning.” She commented, trying to stop an unexpected urge to giggle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 15:23:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rick watched as the girl easily fell into his trap and was being even more helpful to his cause by wanting to seem less naive. His smile was hard to hide when the talk of her Mother came up but he was a pro and managed just fine to look very concerned for her feelings. When she got up to walk away he could see in her stride that his magic little pill was taking effect and debilitating her motor skills.<br><br>"You really don't have to do that, I'm used to looking after people spent my life's work doing just that remember." Once she was in the kitchen he set out to make her another drink and then walked in to bring it to her right when she was seemingly about to fall. Quickly he made his way over and held her up with one arm while the other laid the glass, this time containing only scotch, down on the kitchen sink. "You should probably go to the couch and let me take care of these later."<br><br>With that he easily picked her up into his arms. His bare chest was pressed against her and felt just as hard as it looked. With a smile he looked down into her eyes and showed that innocent look but inside he was enjoying this moment like no other, the first intimate moment between them and the first of many to come. After making it to the living room he laid her onto the couch and then sat at the edge of it clearing her hair from her face. " You probably should of went a little slower on that drink."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 17:26:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Still determined to contribute, Kat picked up the dirty dishes and made her way carefully to the kitchen.&nbsp; She plunked them into the sink, and put her hand on the counter to steady herself.&nbsp; She blinked her eyes several times to clear her vision, but it doesn’t seem to help.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard Rick entered the room, carrying another glass of amber liquid.&nbsp; She shook her head as refusal, even as her body sagged against him.&nbsp; At his offer to take care of the dishes, she made no more objection, since her limbs seemed to have transformed to jell-o.<br><br>Unexpectedly, she found herself swooped up in his arms.&nbsp; He carried her, like she weighed nothing.&nbsp; She felt embarrassed at being held so close against his bare torso, his masculinity overwhelming her weakened senses.&nbsp; She docilely allowed him to place him on the couch, his hand brushing away her hair from her face.&nbsp; At his comment, she managed a weak smile,&nbsp; “You’re right.&nbsp; I don’t really drink that’s why.”<br><br>Feeling foolish at her predicament, she added apologetically,&nbsp; “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to be a burden.&nbsp; I’m sure it’ll pass.”&nbsp; Never having been in such close quarters with a man, Rick’s closeness affects Kat in ways she had never experienced.&nbsp; Her pulse is racing, and her heart is fluttering in her chest like a caged bird.&nbsp; She can feel her skin prickling, a languid warmth engulfing her.&nbsp; “Is it just me, or is it warm in here?”&nbsp; She murmured, even as she try to sit up.&nbsp; “I think i’ll take off my jacket.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>real3000</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 18:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rick could only frown at her thinking of herself as a burden, if anything having someone so beautiful around him was a welcomed change from ragged soldiers and preppy business folks. "You never were a burden, no matter what kind of day we had." He smiled at her as he helped her sit up.<br><br>When she was sitting he reached around to help her take off her coat, his chest was pressed against hers in a heated connection and this caused his bulge to begin to grow. Rick was already at a good size so that, if pulled tightly, it could be seen through his pants. When hard and fully erect he would stand at around 9 inch's and would be visible through armor if he wore it. "Let me help."<br><br>Once her coat was off he coaxed her back to laying down and then leaned back so that if she was to look in the right place his arousal would be semi visible to her. He once again cleared the hair from her eyes. "You don't look like your a drinker that is for sure. After one drink you look ready to pass out." He had to seem surprised because it was far to soon for her to learn of his ulterior motives, not that he wouldn't take liberties after she passed out from his magic pill.<br><br>"Do you want me to take you to the room so that you can rest up properly." He asked containing the sly grin that was fighting to graze his perfect face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Object of His Obsession (felidae36 and real3000)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>felidae36</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 21:41:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat gave Rick a rather goofy smile at his compliment that she is not a burden.&nbsp; His hands helped her out of the jacket, as he pressed closer to reach around her.&nbsp; She inhaled his scent, a mixture of his cologne and the scent of man.&nbsp; He was so closed, his hard chest brushing against her soft breasts, now thinly veiled by her silk blouse.&nbsp; Released from the stifling jacket she felt better, and without thinking about it, she opened the top two buttons of her blouse, revealing the lacy edge of her bra.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a deep breath, as she settled back against the couch, fighting the heaviness of her lids.&nbsp; Somehow, she felt pretty lethargic, her mind feeling foggy.&nbsp; At his suggestion of taking her to a room, she couldn’t think of any opposition, so she simply nodded.&nbsp; She felt herself being lifted again, and this time she snuggled closer, her body seeking his warmth. Then she felt cool soft sheets against her body, and she sighed in relief.&nbsp; With her eyes already closed, she murmured out loud,&nbsp; “Thank you.&nbsp; You are so kind,” before she drifted off in her alcohol-induced drowsiness.
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