Here's an exclusive excerpt of my short ebook Naughty Little Forest Nymph available at XciteBooks.comRed looked sheepish as she stared at the chains attaching her to the tree. "I'm sorry, sir. I guess I should have researched things better. I just get so fired up about things and then I want to do something and … I'm sorry."
She turned to all her friends. "You guys go ahead and go. I'll figure out how to get out of here and meet you guys back on campus, OK?"
They murmured OK and all except one went and piled into their strange little cars. Sam wasn't sure how they all fit into the tiny little things. Must be like clown cars.
"Cassie, are you sure you want everyone to go? How are you going to get out of those chains without the key?" A pretty blonde asked the red haired wild woman in charge.
"Kim, I'll be all right," She turned and smiled at Sam, "I bet this nice man has some kind of tool that can get these chains off me, key or not."
Sam's heart raced even faster and all the blood rushed to an area in his blue jeans. His reaction to her words was no different than if she had said, "No, I'm going to stay here and have my way this man." Which is exactly what Sam wanted her to do even if it went against the grain, against all rational thought, damn why her?
"If you‟re sure, Cassie. You call me if you have any trouble OK? I might stop at the organic café Mr … Mr?"
"Taylor, Sam Taylor." He filled in the blank for her.
"I‟ll be down at that café Mr. Taylor said his mother owns for awhile if you need anything.‟
"Thanks, Kim, I‟ll be fine."
Kim climbed into the second to last little car and drove away.
Alone, Sam and Cassie were all alone. Most of the crew had scattered around the forest cutting and preparing trees to be cut down while Tommy and a couple others were trying to locate a locksmith or someone that could get rid of the big padlock keeping those chains on wild tree hugging woman Sam was ready to pounce on … if he weren't such a good man. Sometimes he really wished he could be less honourable.
"So you really threw the only key you have out there somewhere?‟ Sam asked incredulously looking around the wide expanse of forest.
"It sounded like a good idea at the time,‟ Cassie said in a breathless voice.
"So, Cassie, is it? Do you have these “brilliant” ideas often?" his question made her pale slightly freckled skin turned a bright and endearing shade of pink.
"Sometimes,‟ she mumbled.
"How old are you, darling?‟ he asked.
Her head popped up with surprise, "I'm twenty-two, why?"
Oh thank God, he sighed to himself. She was only four years younger than him. He didn't feel like scum now lusting after the luscious curves of her body as she stood helpless in front of him chained to that damn tree.
"How old are you?" she asked, curiosity filling her gaze, along with something else that stirred up little tingles and tornadoes in Sam's belly.
"Twenty-six," he answered as he continued to stare at her. His eyes drank in every little detail, from the tiny freckles on her pert little nose to the purple polish on her cute little toes and all the womanly mounds and curves in between. She wasn't some skinny little thing that looked like a boy in a skirt, hell no this woman was beautiful, lush … a ripe piece of fruit ready to be plucked. And boy did he want to fuck … ah … pluck her.
