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  * * * *

  In his quiet home office, Mateo Mann leaned back in his chair and rubbed his aching neck. Jetlag after the long trip from Germany was beginning to show. He needed to have a nice long swim then hit the pillows for the night. He took a sip of the cool glass of lemon water while reviewing his schedule for the next month, relieved that he was staying put and didn’t have to go any further than the mainland.

  Being a famous doctor was an excellent career, but it had its downfalls. One of them was that he had to constantly fight off women of all ages who wanted to wed and bed him, not only for his money, but for his sexual prowess which he proved at each seminar he taught. He’d yet to find a woman who was only interested in him.

  For the past month, since Cynthia had shown her true colors and tried to have her child proven to be his to force him to marry her, he’d sworn off women. It was an impossible situation. He always ensured he used the best condoms on the market to protect not only himself, but his bed partners, though he was cautious about who he selected to have sex with. He’d never found someone who made his heart sing loud enough to make him want to marry her.

  At his parents’ fifty year anniversary party, he’d realized when watching them that having someone to love was the only thing in his life that would make him happy. However, finding the right woman was another matter. He’d even had sex with two and three women at a time but was still left unsatisfied. What magic ingredient did his parents have that he was missing?

  Mateo stood and stripped down to his boxers so he could head out to the pool. Moki would be fussing over him if he even hinted at needing anything, so he made sure not to make a sound as he opened the patio door and slipped outside. The sun was setting over the ocean on the eastern shore of the island, its rainbow hues so vivid that no photograph could do them justice. He was happy to finally be home after six months on tour.

  After losing the shorts, he dove into the kidney-shaped pool, letting the cool water slide over his muscular body. His mind began to clear as he did numerous laps back and forth, all thoughts of the day’s travels gone.

  * * * *

  “Please, come in, Missy,” the kind, maternal woman said as Rae stood uncertainly on the doorstep.

  With a worried smile, she asked, “Thank you. Did Jimmy at the airport call you to tell you I was coming?”

  “Yes. My boy is always good about calling his mother.”

  “Oh, he didn’t say you were his mother. He’s a very nice man. Um, I’m sorry, but he didn’t tell me your name.”

  Grinning ear to ear, she laughed in delight. “That’s probably because most people can’t pronounce it. Hawaiian names can be tricky even for natives of the island. You can call me Moki. Come and sit down. I’ll tell Mateo you are here.”

  “Mateo?”

  “Yes, Dr. Mann. He’s like a son to me. I’ll leave you for just a moment.”

  Alone in the hallway, Rae craned her neck to look around the massive living room, stunned at the luxury until she got a view of the decorations. Lining the walls were dozens of paintings of naked people in obvious states of sexual frenzy. Each one was different and extremely erotic. Wooden tiki statues lined shelves along one wall.

  She reached out to run the tip of her finger over the smooth wood of one statue.

  “You’d better be careful. That’s the goddess of fertility.”

  “Oh!” she cried, spinning to face the man who’d snuck up on her.

  The man who’d rescued her at the airport, Dr. Mann, stood a few feet away from her, a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water dripped down his chest and hair onto the floor to puddle on the elegant ceramic tiles.

  Suddenly, staying at the resort with such an obvious pervert seemed a lot worse than staying with the man who’d accosted her at the airport. She backed toward the door, shaking her head.

  “I’ve caught you at a bad time. I’d better go back to the airport,” she mumbled, shaking as she realized what jeopardy she’d placed herself in by coming here.

  “Nonsense, I was just having a swim. Make yourself at home while I dress. I forgot you were coming. Sorry about that.”

  Rae continued to head for the door, turning to run. The second she had her hand on the doorknob, he pushed the door closed tight.

  “Look,” he said, “I don’t know what crazy ideas are running through your mind, but you appear to think I’m some kind of twisted psycho. I assure you, I’m not. You can even call the local police to ask them for a character reference. I invited you here because you were in trouble, not because I wanted to have sex with you. Now relax.”

  His growl told her that he was becoming vexed with her for thinking poorly of him. She turned around to face him, her chin raising a notch as her eyes met his. He smelled like fresh air and sunshine with a tang of salt, his body heat nearly taking her breath away in reaction. Water dripped onto her shirt, reminding her of her situation.

  “I may be in a fix, but I can take care of myself. I’ll sleep on the benches at the airport until—”

  “Until someone catches you sleeping and kidnaps you, rapes you, or even kills you?” he snapped. “Not on my watch you don’t. Now, get back in the living room and wait for me. That’s an order!”

  Though she had the urge to run, Rae realized that there was nowhere left to go that was any safer than the resort. It was impossible to still the trembling that seized her though she covered her bare arms with her palms to attempt to hide it.

  “Look, Miss…”

  “It’s Ms. Hooper, Rae Hooper.”

  “Ms. Hooper, once I get dressed I’ll see about getting you a room in the resort. You can pay me back after you get home if your travel insurance covers it.”

  Uncertain, she bit her lip and averted her gaze, unwilling to admit that she’d forgone the insurance to get a cheaper rate.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him run his fingers through his damp hair in frustration.

  “Then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now sit the hell down! I’ll be back in a minute.”

  When she still hesitated, her eyes going to the artwork lining the walls, he shouted, “Sit!”

  Fear made her practically leap to his command. She perched on the edge of the patterned sofa with her hands clasped in her lap, doing everything in her power not to look at the magazines on the table, which had headlines about sexual prowess, desire, ecstasy, and so on, but an image on the front page of one on top caught her eye and she cried out.

  “Oh, my God!”

  Staring back at her was none other than Dr. Mann. The title read, Doctor Love Shark Sinks Teeth into Next Victim!

  She finally recalled why he’d looked so familiar. He was the famous Dr. Aloha Mano, the “Love Shark” doctor who travelled around the globe teaching his seminars on how to make love in any way, shape, and form.

  I have to get out of here! Her heart beating a frantic tattoo, she leapt to her feet and raced toward the door, only to be stopped by a wall of solid muscle. Two strong hands captured her arms, steadying her.

  “What the hell’s the matter now?” he snapped, his expression vexed at her panicked reaction.

  “You…you…you’d better let me go, or I’m going to…I’ll…”

  Her stammering made him frown as he walked her backward then gently pushed her down into a chair and motioned with his forefinger for her to stay put. Rae watched, a lump of fear clenched in her gut as he walked to his bar and poured her a drink in a brandy glass.

  “Drink this,” he growled, placing her hands around the ball of the tumbler.

  When she shook her head and tried to push it back at him, he yelled, “I said drink it! You’re getting hysterical over nothing.”

  Her hands shook so hard, she nearly spilled the small amount of liquor as she lowered her gaze to study the amber liquid. She took a tentative sip and grimaced. She wasn’t much of a drinker and had never tasted brandy before. When she looked up at him, she realized he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Shudders wracked her body as fear trickled up her spine. Though the man had never been arrested for debauchery or murder to her knowledge, she had no idea if he was trustworthy.

  “Take a large sip, but watch the heat if you—”

  Before he could finish his warning, she’d gulped the entire glass, gasping as liquid fire raced down her throat. Coughing and sputtering, her eyes blurred with tears. Mateo began pounding her on her back until she could catch her breath.

  “I didn’t mean the whole damned thing at once!”

  He stomped across the room and picked up the phone, hitting a speed dial number.

  “Indigo, get in here!”

  Moments later, a Hawaiian man dressed in floral shirt and matching shorts raced into the room, his eyes wide with concern.

  “What’s wrong, sir?” His gaze flew to Rae’s flushed face.

  Anger laced his words as Mateo snapped, “Find a room in the resort for Ms. Hooper. She’ll be staying with us until further notice, no charge.”

  “Ah, I’d love to, sir, but we’re booked solid for the next four weeks unless we get a cancellation, and even then there is a waiting list for two years in advance.”

  Mateo groaned, rubbing his face with a large hand.

  “Put her up in the Bird Of Paradise room then. It has a separate bathroom suite. She can stay there until further notice. I’m going to bed. I’ve had a long day.” At that he strode from the room, leaving a trail of water drops behind him.

  “Are you all right, Miss?” Indigo asked, concern marring his brow.

  Still shaking, though the heat of the drink warmed her veins, she could only nod.

  “Follow me, please.”

  “Are you sure there are no other rooms in the resort?” she whispered hoarsely, bereft of hope. The drink had gone right to her limbs, making them feel like liquid. Her head felt light, too, as the coughing finally passed and she could breathe normally once again. The fragrant fumes of the brandy filled her nostrils, the smell not unpleasant.

  “I wish there were. I’ve never seen my boss so upset before. He’s always cool, calm, and collected. I don’t know what happened, but I think you really shook him up.”

  Right, like I’m the one who shook him up! Rae did her best to keep pace with the man down the long hallway which was also decorated with the erotic paintings.

  She swallowed hard. “Is there a lock on the door of the room?”

  A surprised look on his face, Indigo nodded. “Yes, there is.”

  Relief flooded her. “Good. Thank you.”

  Indigo led her into the room and turned the light on for her.

  “The bathroom is to the right. Let me know if you need anything. Just pick up the phone and dial nine and main reception will find me for you.”

  “Thank you, Indigo.”

  Once the door closed behind him, she locked it tight and walked over to the massive bed, too exhausted to notice anything else. The moment she fell on her stomach on top of the bedspread, she was sound asleep, the day’s stress finally taking its toll on her.

  * * * *

  As he lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling, Mateo wondered what it was about the woman that made him so restless. She definitely had an awesome rack, curvy waist, and rounded hips, carrying the extra forty pounds or so in all the right places. Her full lips beckoned to be nibbled on, and those unusual gray-green eyes couldn’t hide her feelings from a fly, but he was sure that that wasn’t what bothered him.

  I’ve met millions of women in my line of work, had sex with I don’t know how many, and never once has a woman caught me off guard like this one does. Her voice is like honey, her skin like cream, and her hair…her golden brown hair makes me want to bury my fingers into it to hold her in place as I come deep in her throat. Oh, yes, and she’ll swallow every drop, I’m sure. She’ll not be one to waste even a little. I’ll bet she has a hot, tight core. I’d love to make her beg me to fill it.

  Naked, he reached down and fisted his member low down close to his groin and began to slowly pump himself. He seldom had a need to masturbate since women were always falling at his feet and did whatever he desired. Tonight he felt different.

  “She’s dangerous, this one. I don’t like this feeling of not being in charge. I wonder—”

  Mateo thought about the weeks she’d be staying at the resort while she waited for her passport and wondered if she’d be another one who’d jump into his lap without a qualm. He released his hard cock, stood, and pulled on his robe. His staff ached, unused to being left waiting. On silent feet, he padded down the hallway to the door next to his and turned the handle. It was locked! That surprised him.

  He reached up and took down the spare key he kept on top of the ledge of the doorframe and opened the door, peeking inside to see if she was asleep. It had been hours since he’d walked away from her in frustration.

  The soft carpet muffled his footsteps as he walked over to the bed. She’d left the light on and fallen asleep still clothed, facing to the side on her belly. Her soft lips were parted slightly, the strain in them that had been visible earlier gone. Dark lashes brushed like delicate feathers over the top of her cheeks where makeup residue was smudged a little. She’d probably regret that come morning. Women hated waking up looking all mussed, yet on her, he found it sexy.

  Wavy golden locks cascaded across the bedspread like a silken blanket. Mateo picked up a strand in his fingers and felt it then leaned in closer to smell the elusive scent. Pineapple. He loved the smell of pineapple. She’d probably used one of the fruit-scented shampoos that were made on the island.

  Curious, he brushed a stray strand out of her face and stopped cold when her eyes flashed open and she screamed like the dogs of hell were at her heels. Rae scrambled back on the bed then slipped off the side, landing in a heap on her ass before jumping to her feet.

  “Whoa!” he cried. “Relax. I only came to see if you were okay. I’m sorry I scared you.”

  “Where the hell am I?”

  The expression of fear on her face nearly undid him.

  “You don’t know?” Confused, he tilted his head and watched her, wondering if she’d hit her head. He reached out to check her for injuries but stopped when she backed into the wall and knocked a painting off it.

  Her eyes followed it then widened. The art piece depicted a naked man, his fingers threaded through a woman’s hair, holding her head in front of his groin while his was thrown back in the throes of ecstasy. Shooting her gaze back to meet Mateo’s, she moaned like a wounded creature caught in a trap.

  “It’s not what you think!” he said, holding his hands out in a sign of peace.

  “It’s exactly what it looks like—pornography!” she cried, her hand going to her throat as though expecting him to pounce on her at any moment.

  “Look, Ms. Hooper, there’s a perfectly good explanation to all this. I’m a doctor and—”

  “Yeah, Dr. Pervert, the shark doctor who has a million women at his beck and call, sinking his teeth into each one, sometimes dozens at a time.”

  He couldn’t help but laugh at the exaggeration, finding her sarcasm funny. It was definitely the wrong thing to do. She shoved him, racing for the door as he fell back on the bed. With another chuckle, he followed her, catching up just as she left the building.

  When he caught her around the waist, she screamed. Not wanting the guests to become alarmed, he put a hand over her mouth and carried her struggling body back inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Before letting her go, he took her back to the bedroom and dropped onto the bed with her.

  Eyes widening as he loomed over her, she renewed her fight, her fist almost catching him on the jaw.

  To keep them both safe from harm he took her wrists in one hand held them above her head and kept his other hand on her mouth to stop her screams.

  “Enough!” he shouted.

  Terror turned her eyes a deeper green, her body stilling as she stared up at him.

  Rolling his eyes, Mateo said sa
rcastically, “I’m not here to harm you. For crying out loud, I have about three hundred people asleep not two hundred yards from my door. I’m only trying to stop you from waking them all up! Now, I’m going to release your mouth. Please, promise me you won’t keep on screaming?”

  After a long moment where he could practically feel the wheels in her mind rolling, he watched her reluctantly nod and let her mouth go. She didn’t wait a second before she opened her mouth to scream again, so he did the only thing he could since she’d grabbed his wrist. He kissed her.

  Passion ignited between them, shocking him. Still she fought though, squirming beneath him as his hardening groin pressed into her belly. Her breasts pumped up and down against his hard chest as she panted, unable to breathe when his lips left no room to run. He sensed the moment she fell into the passion of his heated onslaught and melted against him.

  When she released his wrist, her arm slipped up around his neck, and he knew she had fallen under his spell. Pleased at her response, yet disappointed at the same time, he lifted his head, staring down at her. He watched as she slowly came to her senses, knowing the moment she realized that he was the one kissing her.

  “Oh!” she cried, trying to shove him off her.

  With a chuckle, he murmured, “Just like the rest of them. You’re easy pickings, Ms. Hooper.”

  “Get off me, you pervert! You…you…shark! You disgust me!” Her cheeks held a becoming blush as she tried unsuccessfully to dislodge him from on top of her.

  “No, I think I prefer staying right where I am. With you wiggling so hard in such obvious desire for me, I find myself hesitant to leave.”

  Anger sparked in her eyes as they narrowed.

  “Just because I have no money or clothes or anything else to allow me to leave doesn’t give you free rights to rape me!”

  “Rape? I think not. In fact, I’m willing to bet that within two days you’ll be falling at my feet just like every other woman in the world.”

  “Why, you egotistical, self-centered, vain…” For a minute it seemed like she couldn’t think of anything else to call him until he grinned down at her, and then she continued, “Rapist!”