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  Driven

  Jayne Rylon

  Driven

  Published by Happy Endings Publishing

  Copyright 2010 Jayne Rylon

  Edited by Mary Moran

  Cover Art by Angela Waters

  Formatted by IRONHORSE Formatting

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-941785-01-0

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  Dedication

  I’d like to give a shout out the girls I met in the bathroom of the Harrisburg, PA airport when our flight was diverted from NYC. Thanks for offering to split a limo with me so we could all get to Broadway on time. The front row seats were worth it!

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Blackberry: Research in Motion Limited

  Camry: Toyota Motor Corporation

  Google: Google, Inc.

  Hertz: The Hertz Corporation

  Jetway: Jetway, LLC

  McDonalds: McDonalds Corporation

  Peugeot: Peugeot Societe Anonyme

  Sharpie: Stanford, L.P.

  Superman: DC Comics

  Wii: Nintendo of America, Inc.

  Yankees: New York Yankees Partnership

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Thanks For Reading!

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  Chapter One

  “Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking.”

  Lynn Madison strained to hear the distorted announcement despite the shitty airplane speakers and the baby who’d been screaming since they’d taken off over an hour ago. She didn’t blame the munchkin. She would bawl too if she didn’t get that the gray clouds causing the turbulence, which bounced their regional jet across the sky, weren’t as ominous as they appeared.

  “We’ve been in a holding pattern, circling New York for the past fifteen minutes. Air traffic control just radioed. They’re closing the airport until this cell blows over. No one’s allowed in or out. We’ll be diverting to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania but the delay shouldn’t cost us more than an hour.”

  Groans of disappointment and frustration drowned out the sporadic whispers of concern proliferated by less-seasoned fliers. Lynn jumped straight to rearranging her tight schedule in her mind as the pilot droned on.

  “We’ll grab some fuel then wait for an update. If the situation changes, we’ll let you know. We should be on the ground in about twenty minutes. Thank you for your patience. Be sure to keep your seat belt fastened; the air will be bumpy during our descent. Flight attendants, please prepare for landing.”

  Before the beady-eyed flight attendant could scold Lynn about stowing her netbook, she clicked to her browser window then hopped on the Tempt the Cougar blog she shared with a circle of friends. Her college roommate Rachel had introduced her to the group of erotic romance enthusiasts after Lynn had bitched about her bland sex life. The ladies had recommended several novels that had her eyebrows climbing and her fantasies growing spicier by the minute.

  They’d quickly become very close, welcoming her into the fold and encouraging her to follow their lead in prowling for a younger man to seduce. She had to admit, the stories she’d heard since hanging around them had inspired some wicked fantasies.

  Lynn envied the women who’d found love along with their wild adventures. But their proactive attitude in snatching the reins of their lives had resonated with her more than their steamy affairs. Enough to spur her to some serious introspection on what she wanted to do with the rest of her time on earth.

  She’d set up a get-together with the members who lived in the tristate region while she killed time during her layover. She hadn’t wanted to wait until next year’s RomantiCon to meet them in person.

  Thank God she’d splurged on the in-flight Wi-Fi.

  LynnLuvs2Travel: Only have a few seconds, ladies. Flight is being diverted due to weather. Looks like I might have to bail on dinner. Was so looking forward to it! Sorry  Expecting an update when we land. Fingers crossed I don’t miss my connection to Europe!!!

  Lynn sighed as she snapped the lid closed then tucked the netbook into her seatback pocket. Figured this would happen on the first day of her new life. The monumental changes she’d implemented had almost seemed too easy so far. Like blowing out the single candle that had topped the cake Rachel had baked for Lynn’s fortieth birthday.

  In the instant before she’d snuffed the flame, she’d wished her destiny were her own. No more wasted years, working on someone else’s clock. Figuring out what she’d rather do, since retiring early would mean living in a cardboard box for twenty years or so until her investments kicked in, had taken a bit longer. But not much.

  Three months later, she’d quit her job as a sourcing agent for a high-end retailer. Instant lightness had pervaded her soul when she turned in her resignation, reaffirming her decision.

  After a dozen years of dreadful stays in spartan hotels, eating meat-and-potato meals or hauling ass through sketchy parts of foreign cities—all on the recommendation of her male counterparts—she knew better than most that a series of travel guides aimed at professional women going solo constituted an undiscovered niche in the market. It wasn’t that the guys had deliberately sabotaged her, but her priorities ran more to a clean room, a spa and healthy meals than the number of strip clubs in a half-mile radius or a smoky bar with nonstop sports playing on a bazillion flat screen TVs.

  Preoccupied with reliving the whirlwind of the past couple weeks, she was surprised at the squeak of the wheels meeting the runway.

  As soon as she peered through the fogged plastic porthole to the tarmac, she abandoned hope. No fewer than a dozen jets kept their stranded plane company. Even if the sun shone bright at JFK in the next half-hour, the snafu had induced a logistics nightmare.

  Sure enough, the pilot emerged from the cockpit to address the cabin face-to-face. “I’m sorry, folks, but things look worse than we originally thought. Traffic is being rerouted along the entire East Coast. We’re going to let you head into the terminal until we receive a better estimate on our revised departure time.”

  Lynn’s heart raced in her chest. She had lived well within her means despite her hef
ty corporate paycheck. The nest egg she’d accumulated had supplied her a shot at pursuing her dream but, in this economy, she’d had a hell of a time securing outside investors to back a no-name upstart. If the delay caused her and several hundred other people to camp out and compete for the limited vacant spots on cramped international flights, her itinerary could be ruined.

  Everything hinged on making it to her starting point as scheduled. Train passes, local guides, connections, sold-out hotels…

  The idea of all the lost work, not to mention cash for the original reservations and the last-minute bookings, had tears stinging her eyes. Would her old job consider rehiring her if this venture flopped? Probably not.

  She gathered her belongings then filed down the stairs onto the tarmac for the march into the dinky terminal. On top of everything else, they had to be stranded at a two-gate airport with rudimentary facilities and limited options for connections.

  Note to self… Include a chapter on travelers’ insurance and the appropriate amount of time to leave between flights. Not that the six hours she’d allotted would help much in this situation. The insurance policy she’d selected would cover her flight arrangements if necessary but nothing could recoup the lost time. She’d have to drop chapters of her book.

  As the herd of disgruntled passengers trundled up the ramp into the steel and glass building, which seemed out of place in the surrounding fields, they merged with the unfortunate occupants of the other impacted flights. A red-faced man doused in cheap cologne yelled into his Blackberry. He cut her off in his dash to hit up the airline representatives waiting inside. He rammed into her shoulder, knocking her oversized purse containing her netbook onto her elbow. The shifting weight threw her off balance on the slick surface.

  Lynn skidded several feet toward the railing before a warm, muscled arm wrapped around her waist and a grumpy mumble washed over her earlobe. “Asshole.”

  She flinched, attempting to shy away. “What is wrong with people? I tripped.”

  One touch from an unknown man and she just about swallowed her tongue despite his rude treatment. Lame!

  A carefree laugh replaced the foul temper she’d attempted to deflect. “Sorry, gorgeous. Not you. I meant that asshole who shoved you. He’s lucky I don’t kick his inconsiderate ass.”

  Her imagination ran wild at his tone—confident, worldly, bold, gallant but not too stuffy. The midnight voice colored by subtle hints of a Mediterranean accent inspired a million dirty thoughts that had her squirming. The broad hand on her ribs flexed so close to her breast she sucked in a gasp, willing her nipples to stop hardening beneath her thin, silk blouse.

  “Damn, are you hurt?” He spun her into the shelter of his arms, his palms bracing her shoulders.

  So young! Heat blossomed in her cheeks. Here she was, lusting after a man at least a decade younger than her who probably thought himself a good Samaritan for helping his elder. As quick as she chastised herself, a naughty whisper invaded her embarrassment. The Cougar ladies had scored men like this. Those lucky bitches!

  Hell, some of them had even managed to bag two virile studs.

  “Let me help you inside.”

  Did he think her deaf and dumb on top of clumsy after that giant space out?

  “I’m fine. Really.” She shrugged from his hold, instantly regretting the loss of his touch. Her skin tingled where his fingers had rested. “Thank you.”

  “Any time.”

  She picked up the pace to avoid an awkward silence as he shuffled along next to her through the crowd, but he somehow managed to dodge a harried mom pushing a double stroller, a gentleman wrestling with a cello and a couple holding hands to keep even with her.

  In her peripheral vision, she admired the agile maneuvers of his lean but built body. His black duffle, peppered with logos, rode against a trim hip covered in the dark navy denim favored by recent trends. The lighter creases around his upper thighs led her straight to dangerous territory. She jerked her gaze upward but had to cant her head pretty far to glimpse his unruly brown waves beneath a red baseball cap with something embroidered on the front.

  His scruffy jaw couldn’t obscure his sculpted cheekbones. The shadowed skin highlighted the contrast of his bright blue eyes. The impact of his stunning looks almost had her tripping again. It’d been fifteen years since she’d gotten her hands on prime beef like that.

  Lynn Marie, how crass! Maybe the Cougars really were rubbing off on her.

  “So, where were you headed?” No hint of exertion roughened his tone. Funny, her heart beat as hard as if she’d run a marathon.

  “JFK.”

  “Me too.” A grimace tugged his stunning mouth into a scowl.

  They emerged from the Jetway into a tiny holding area crammed beyond capacity. Instead of wasting time at the airline’s inundated desk, she headed for the departure board. Mr. Young-’n’-Sexy followed two steps behind. She adjusted her bag to cover her ass then tugged the hem of her skirt lower on her thighs when she sensed his stare on them. No use in advertising her sag.

  Damn it, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d fallen victim to an attraction so sudden and fierce. Of course, she had to waste it on someone out of her league whom she’d never see again after these five minutes fate had thrust them together passed.

  The red status lights painting the departure and arrival board into a facsimile of something out of Amsterdam’s infamous district had her heart plummeting. Every flight originating east of the Mississippi had been cancelled.

  For three seconds, she forgot all about the hunk.

  “Looks like we’re going nowhere fast.” The guy shoved his hat from his head, scrubbing his fingers through the thick mass of his luscious hair.

  “I have five hours until my connection, maybe it’ll clear up by then.”

  He scrunched his nose and gave his head a tiny shake but stopped short of contradicting her. Probably because he saw her fingernails gouging her palm around the strap of her bag.

  “Maybe.”

  Lynn peered at the churning mass of people—all talking at once, calling loved ones or scrambling to make alternate arrangements—while she searched for a place to sit. Maybe if she could get online she would find some updated info. When two men in business suits abandoned a bench nearby, she plopped onto it. Electric sparks shot along her leg when the hottie perched beside her, their knees touching.

  “I’m Sebastian, by the way.” He tossed her a dazzling grin as he dug in his pocket for his neon green smartphone. When he leaned to the side for better access, he invaded her personal space in ways that had a riot of butterflies taking flight in her stomach. His chest, covered in snug gray t-shirt with faded charcoal designs, pressed close.

  If she turned a teensy bit she could imagine herself in his arms. If she lifted her face an inch or two he would have easy access to claim her lips. Not that he’d want to. A man like him must have women falling all over him. Younger, more beautiful women. Women who’d have some clue of what to do with a sex god. Women who weren’t afraid to go after what they wanted.

  She cleared her throat then fished out her netbook. “I’m Lynn.”

  “Pretty. It fits.”

  Did she imagine the flare of desire in his amazing eyes? She could have stared into them all day if his phone hadn’t chosen then to buzz as whoever he’d whipped off a text message to must have responded. Probably his girlfriend du jour or a booty call he’d stand up in New York.

  The website for her airline had crashed by the time she remembered what she’d been doing. No doubt due to the thousands of people in situations as urgent as hers within a six-state radius. She clicked refresh then sighed as the browser’s progress icon spun and spun. No hope for it.

  While she waited, she tried to ignore the growling of her stomach drowning out the click of Sebastian typing fast and furious with his thumbs. In anticipation of her rich dinner at the swank Manhattan restaurant, she’d skipped breakfast.

  “Will you hold my spot for a mi
nute?” He patted the bench as he rose, leaving his bag behind.

  Lynn couldn’t resist teasing him. “Well, you don’t look like a terrorist but I’m not sure I can vouch for the contents of your unattended bag.”

  “Gorgeous, you’re welcome to peek at my underwear if you like but I won’t stay away from the most beautiful woman in Harrisburg more than two minutes. Tops. You can time me.” She had no doubt he intended the racy implications of his smoky tone when he paired it with a wink that melted her insides.

  Her tongue almost dragged the floor as she watched his tight ass flex in time to his strut until he faded into the crowd.

  Screw the airline’s site, she needed reinforcements. Fast.

  LynnLuvs2Travel: OMG! Still stuck in the airport, no hope for making dinner. Hottest guy ever rescued me from splattering on the runway. Now sitting next to me since he’s heading to JFK too. You all are a bad influence! I can’t stop thinking about what he’d be like in bed. Blue, blue eyes. Body to die for. Sexy accent. Killer smile. God, he even smells good. I think I might have had a mini orgasm just looking at him. Too bad he’s probably not even thirty yet.

  She’d barely hit the send button when a flashing box with Rachel’s name appeared on her screen like magic.

  Rachel: Make lemonade!

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: Yeah, I’m thinking of heading to Hertz to rent a car. Pulled up driving directions. I think I can make it if I go right now. Checking the budget first but…that’s what credit cards are for, right?

  Rachel: LYNN!!!! I meant your stud! This is exactly what you need. Someone to help you shake things up. Match your love life to your new career.

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: What? Are you kidding? I have so much riding on this trip. I can’t risk it on a guy who’s not going to give me the time of day.

  Rachel: You know I respect the hard decisions you’ve made lately, sweetie. But really, you’re not going to be happy until you go for broke. It’s not only your job that stifled you. It was those boring men you dated. You have to stop settling for safe.