Perfection #3

Perfection
#3

By
Claire Adams and Shawna Gleason

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book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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© 2014 Claire Adams

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Chapter
One

Lilly

The sun streamed through the big picture window—it
was nice waking up seeing the lake and the sun rising over it. I lay under the
cool sheets enjoying the scenery and thinking about my vacation with Bullet. It
wasn’t what I expected but honestly I had not expected very much. Bullet was
smart, sexy—the guy could definitely get his own spread in Playboy Magazine. But
there was one hitch—he was a complete and utter jerk. I sighed and stared out
across the lake. What a waste of guy! I thought that I had feelings for him but
he effectively killed that thinking with his tawdry offer. Just thinking of it
made me feel cheap and disgusted.

When I left his room last night, I was ready to
steal his car and leave, but a deal was a deal. He promised to give me the boob
job of my dreams in exchange for a weekend with him at his cabin. However, he
failed to tell me that his creepy friends would be joining us. Rafe and Eve
were a walking porno, ready to do it wherever and whenever they could. Now they
wanted to include us in their shenanigans. Bullet said just to watch but I knew
there would be more to it than that. I wasn’t going for it. After I shed a few
tears and took yet another shower, I thought about Bullet’s offer. Of course, I
would never consent to that but I kind of got the impression that he was
fishing, testing me. Was it a test? Perhaps he wanted to see just how far I’d
go? Well, now he knew.

What would make him think that I would want to participate
in a threesome or a foursome? Was I sending off some kind of weird vibe? Was I
being too promiscuous? I mean, I fell into bed with him after seeing him out at
a dance club just once. Maybe he thought of me as some kind of tramp, there for
the taking. I didn’t know but now here I was, wishing he were different, that
he cared about me and wanted me for something other than sex.

I rolled over in the bed, feeling lazy and again, a
little sore in certain places. I had to admit that Bullet knew how to make love
to a woman. I had even told him that—maybe I shouldn’t have. Oh well, too late
now. You can’t go back and unmeet someone, can you? Now I knew how good he was
and I still wanted him, but I wanted him on my terms. What was going to happen?
We only had a little time left together before our weekend came to an end.

I could hear laughter from the living room so I
hurriedly put on some
pajamas,
ran a brush through my
hair and walked down. Rafe and Eve were sitting together in front of the
fireplace chatting with Bullet. I wondered if he was breaking the bad news to
them.
Sorry guys. My uptight date isn’t
going for it.
Dressed for hiking, Bullet wore a grey, fleece jacket, dark
blue jeans and hiking boots. The three chatted about something amusing and
stopped talking when I walked in.
How
should I approach this? Be natural—and polite!
“Good morning.”

Eve smiled and said something that sounded like
“good morning.” Rafe grinned his greeting but Bullet simply scowled at me. “Are
we going hiking?” I asked him in as friendly of a voice as I could muster.

“No,
we
aren’t
but
I
am. Cold front moved in last
night and it’s a bit chilly out. Why don’t you stay here and have some
breakfast. Andre is making omelets and there is fresh fruit and coffee in the
dining room.” His deep voice was all courteousness but his expression said
something entirely different. I could see there was friction there. Bullet
wasn’t happy with me—not in the least.

“No thanks. I’d rather go for a hike.” I returned
his icy stare with one of my own. I got the feeling that he didn’t want me to
tag along. I guess he was none too happy with me.
Gee whiz, is sexing with your friends really that important or is this
a pride thing?
I refrained from asking that question but there it was, on
the tip of my tongue. Andre called from the dining room, letting the guests
know that breakfast was served. An excited Rafe and Eve bounced out of the room
leaving Bullet and I to continue our staring contest in private. “What’s the
deal, Bullet? Is this about last night?”

“Is what about what? I like exercising by myself in
the mornings. It’s kind of my thing; it’s probably the only spiritual thing
about me. No offense but I’d rather be by myself right now.” His dark blue eyes
were cold and serious.

“So that’s all I’m here for this weekend? I’m
basically a blow-up doll with a pulse?
Some kind of hooker
that you call to your room when you want to have sex?
That’s not going
to fly with me, Bullet. I am not that kind of girl and I don’t appreciate being
treated like I am.” I felt my pulse racing and of course, my face reddened.

He slid off the edge of the couch and stood up, all
six foot of him. “If I wanted a hooker, I would have called one. Listen, I
don’t know what you think this weekend is but it isn’t a date—we’re not in a
relationship. I asked you to keep me entertained and that was it. You’ve made
it clear where the boundaries are and like I said, I’m not going to force you
to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I stomped my foot at him. “No, you’ll just ignore
me, right?” I did not want to admit that the date comment stung a little. I
knew this was no date—I didn’t need him to remind me.

Bullet walked toward the door, tapping on his watch
to set his timer. “I am going on a hike. I don’t have the time or the will to argue
with you. I will be back in a few hours. We will talk more then. Goodbye.” With
that, he walked out the front door, slamming it behind him.

“Well, this sure feels like a relationship!” I
yelled at him. Andre popped in to see what was happening but I pushed past him
and ran up the stairs. From the window of my bedroom, I could see Bullet
walking down the hiking trail and into the woods. “He thinks he’s having the
last word? I am having the last word!” I rummaged through my clothing and
grabbed some clothing. I put them on as fast as I could, half lacing my tennis
shoes. I ran back down the stairs and out the front door, thankful that no one
tried to stop me. I talked to myself the whole way, swearing and kicking rocks.

About the time I stepped on to the hiking trail, I
had to ask myself, “Okay, what’s my plan? Tag along when I am clearly not
wanted? Force him to talk to me?” I had to admit I had no plan but that wasn’t
going to stop me from following him. I would not have Bullet control me like
that, telling me where I could go and where I couldn’t. Besides, there was no
way I was staying alone at the cabin with Rafe and Eve. I had seen their naked
bodies enough already.

The hiking trail was a little sandy at first, but
soon the canopy of fir trees took over the sky above and the ground became
harder. It was strewn with leaves, pine cones and broken branches. The trail
came to a fork and I stood wondering which trail to take but it was easy enough
to detect. The ground was soft, perfect for tracking. Truth be told, I knew
nothing about tracking but I had watched more than my share of mystery shows on
television.

Not to say I wasn’t outdoors a lot. As a sporting
enthusiast, I spent plenty of my weekends and holidays outdoors, but that was
usually in the company
of a half dozen or more friends
and none of us were people who lived in the country. I guess technically, I was
kind of a city mouse or a city slicker rather than a country girl. It didn’t matter;
I was so mad that I didn’t think about the dangers of running off into the wild
unknown—until I was already there. I could hear the birds on the nearby lake
and heard small animals stirring up leaves looking for acorns. I continued on,
following Bullet’s footprints, determined to see where he was going. As I climbed
small hills and difficult terrain, I breathed a little harder but it did feel
invigorating. I missed my daily workouts and this felt good.

I began to try to guess the birds I heard singing
and I spied more than one squirrel. Even a rabbit skittered across the path. Then
everything went quiet, no birdsong, no animals; I suddenly got the feeling I
was being watched. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I paused on the
path and looked around me. I didn’t see anything but I took the opportunity to
calm my heart and adjust my ponytail. I couldn’t shake the almost paranoid
feeling of apprehension and fear that crept over me. In my heightened mental
state, I toyed with the idea of running at full speed in the other direction but
I talked myself out of it.

“Okay, Bullet. If that’s you, this isn’t funny,” I
said to the air around me. Then I caught the smell, a whiff of something foul-—some
kind of animal. That got my feet moving; I ran further down the path toward Bullet,
I hoped, and away from the house. I sloshed through a muddy area, nearly losing
my balance. I could hear something big, something very big crashing through the
woods behind me! As I ran, I focused on trying not to trip over my own feet or
a fallen branch. I glanced back, terrified to see a big brown bear running
behind me. He was on all fours with matted hair and an open mouth.

I ran as fast as I could, my lungs burning and my
legs cramping. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to outrun this animal. He
wasn’t going to slow down, he was after me! Finally, I heard someone screaming
and I realized it was
me
. “Help me! Someone help me!!”
I kept running and screaming, praying to God that someone would hear me. I
didn’t look back again. I could hear the marauding bear inching closer, so
close in fact that I thought I could hear him breathing.
 

That’s when I felt myself falling. In my panic, I
hadn’t seen the log in my path and I had flown over it with the elegant grace
of a drunk.
“Oh my God!
Help me!” The bear paused on
the other side of the log, standing up on his hind legs showing me who was
boss. He towered over me, his massive jaws wide and open. I leaned backed on my
elbows, my foot pinned under a branch that was connected to the log. I couldn’t
escape, I couldn’t move. All I could do was
scream
.

Chapter
Two

Bullet

I paused on the trail, thinking that I heard
something.
Someone yelling, maybe?
After a few
seconds, I didn’t hear anything so I turned back and began trekking down the
path to the campsite. I had been back here before but only to check it out and
that was over a year ago. The former owners had built a fire pit and cleared a
nice area for tents or a camper. I thought it might be fun to take Lilly
camping later. Besides, I needed a hike to clear my head. Lilly knew how to
push my buttons—all of them at once.

I didn’t much like her attitude—I mean, what did she
want from me? She had made it clear from the beginning, well near the beginning,
that she wasn’t into me, not in a boyfriend kind of way. The way she bolted out
of the hotel room after our first night together, I thought she was going to
claw my eyes out. I had been sort of relieved to discover I was just a fling to
her because it would be difficult to change my life to accommodate a real
girlfriend. I’d have to give up so much, like the occasional fling and fooling
around with some of my clients, even though that last one was a bad habit I
wanted to break. I knew that behavior could get me into trouble eventually.

But if I were to have a girlfriend, it would be
someone like Lilly.
Smart, sassy, talented and of course,
beautiful.
However, after she has her boobs done, I may not feel the
same way—I had seen more than my share of fake breasts in my time. I had no
desire to date a woman that wasn’t one hundred percent genuine. I know that
made me a hypocrite but I knew what I wanted. At least, I thought so. I guess
that made me shallow but I didn’t care what anyone else thought about me.

I heard the sound again. It was definitely
screaming—it was Lilly! I ran back toward the sound of the screams. Lilly
sounded as if she were dying. I pulled my pistol out of my holster; I always
kept one on me when I went hiking. I ran as hard and as fast as I could. I
breathed in through my nose and pushed the air through my nose to get the most
speed and better endurance. Just a few hundred feet now, I guessed.