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  Blindsided

  Virginia Bluebloods, Book One

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  BJ Wane

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  Blindsided

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  Table of Contents:

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  Eve gasped as Bobby's penis filled her with one hard push. Grabbing his shoulders, she blinked against the tears his painful entry wrought. Damn, no one told her the first time was so uncomfortable. Still, she gritted her teeth as her boyfriend of one year grunted above her in the cramped backseat of his old Chevy. Bound and determined not to start her first year of college a virgin, she relented to Bobby's cajoling pressure to consummate their relationship. With both her eighteenth birthday and high school graduation behind her, she was now comfortable taking this next step.

  "That's it, baby, lift for me. God, you feel incredible," Bobby muttered into her neck.

  Well, Eve was glad he was happy. She, on the other hand, was ready for this experience to be over and done with. Really, she thought, the pressure between her legs was anything but pleasurable; what was the big deal her friends have been talking about? Bobby's thrusts kept banging her head against the side panel, his heavy breathing on her neck doing nothing for her and with her skirt rucked up to her waist and her top wadded up around her neck, she was anything but comfortable. With her panties lying somewhere on the floor and her girly parts exposed to the sultry summer air, she felt good at first. Her nipples peaked at the exposure and her vagina became puffy and damp, which she knew were signs of good things to come.

  Maybe if Bobby had taken a little time touching her girly parts after exposing them before going for the gold, she might be able to join him in the victory lap. All the teasing touches she allowed him when they went parking had hinted at more to come, promised deliverance into the land of ecstasy she'd heard so much about, but as his hips picked up speed and his shaft jerked off inside her, she knew she would not be joining him in that pleasure.

  With a sigh of relief, she felt him pull away from her, his sweat slick chest rubbing over her nipples and sending a wave of pleasure straight down to her sore crotch.

  "Mmm, that was so good, baby," Bobby whispered before bending to her breasts and taking one turgid nipple into his mouth.

  Eve's vagina spasmed emptily from the rush of pleasure his lips evoked, making her swear silently. Why the heck couldn't he have lavished attention there beforehand? If he had, maybe some of the pleasure he was giving her now might've been reciprocated between her legs. Still, it was difficult to be irritated with him, especially when he released her nipple and kissed her like he couldn't get enough of her. Her nipple puckered even tighter when the warm air caressed its dampness. Eve shuddered under him in response, tightening her arms around his shoulders.

  "You're so sweet, Eve. I'm going to miss you."

  "I'll miss you too," she told him, liking the way he was in no hurry to get going now he had gotten his pleasure. They'd been a couple for their entire senior year, and she'd been the envy of her friends for landing the most popular, cutest boy in their class. The old cliché of the head cheerleader and the football captain hooking up certainly was true for them. Despite the letdown of her first experience with intercourse, Eve was glad she'd let Bobby be the one to rid her of her
virginity. He had always been solicitous of her feelings and had a romantic streak rare in a guy his age. She had a drawer full of cute cards he snuck into her locker, a pretty birthstone ring he'd given her for graduation and the memories of dates, dances, games and hangout sessions to take with her when she left for Juilliard next week.

  No one was more surprised than she when she received the acceptance letter into the prestigious school of music and Bobby had been nothing but supportive of her leaving Virginia to follow her dream of studying music at the renowned institute in New York even though it meant leaving him behind. "Thank you, Bobby, for everything." She hugged him tight, blinking back tears at the thought of leaving him.

  Bobby pushed up, grinning ruefully down at her in the dark. "You're thanking me even though I know I fucked up tonight?"

  "You're a guy," she said, patting his chest. "It's expected that you'll screw up often."

  "Still can't say the 'f' word, huh?"

  Ignoring the amusement in his voice, Eve reached to the floor in search of her panties. "I thought guys didn't like girls with potty mouths."

  "I like you just the way you are, and that's all that matters. Here." He handed her her panties then opened the door to slide out and adjust his own clothes, bending over and wiggling his ass at her first.

  "Get back in here before someone drives by and sees you," she laughed.

  Settling behind the wheel, he grinned at her. "Don't worry; we're all alone out here. If you have time this next week," Bobby said as he pulled out of the secluded glen and onto the highway, "I'd like a chance to make up for tonight."

  Eve laughed at the leer he sent her, not about to let a little soreness between her legs and disappointment over tonight's adventure keep her from giving sex with Bobby one more shot. "I'll make time."

  Reaching across the gear shift, he squeezed her thigh, saying, "That's my girl."

  The blinding headlights came out of nowhere, giving them no warning of the car's imminent collision. One minute, Eve was mentally reviewing her schedule for the next week and the next a jarring impact threw her sideways in the car, Bobby's curses ringing in her ears. Gripping the door handle, she couldn't look away from the sheer horror of their uncontrollable careen toward the embankment then crashing through the guardrail and becoming airborne, her last sight the deep ravine she knew they would not survive crashing down.

  The car sat idling in the middle of the deserted road, the driver waiting until the orange glow from the other car exploding at the bottom of the ravine lit up the inky night sky before driving away, thinking without remorse that someone should call in the fatal accident.

  Chapter One

  "What the hell, Camille? This isn't what I come to you for and you know it. I call the shots, not one of your girls." Nathaniel Radcliff III paced the plush carpeted floor of Camille's posh office in anger, his frustration evident in both his tone and the stiff set of his broad shoulders.

  "She isn't one of my girls, Nate, not like you're thinking," Camille answered him from her seat behind her desk. "She has special needs this time of year, just like you do. Her reasons for wanting to meet you upstairs, the room kept dark, and you gone before morning are her own and, as you know, I don't betray confidences."

  Nate turned to face the woman who had been his sister's best friend and whom he has known for twenty-seven years, ever since she was five years old. "Great. You're hooking me up with a head case, just what I need."

  Camille sighed, rubbing the growing ache between her eyes. "She's the only one available tonight and she's waiting for my call. What do you want to do?"

  Seeing the pinched look on her face, Nate reined in his frustration, reminding himself he wasn't the only one who suffered on the anniversary of Leah's death. It was hard to believe it had been fourteen years since his kid sister died of an overdose stemming from a drug habit he had known nothing about until it was too late. The memory of Camille's frantic phone call that night was forever imprinted on his brain, along with the realization he'd let down the only person who had ever mattered to him. He was too busy hopping from bed to bed and finding new ways to irritate their snobby parents to pay attention to the signs of the destructive way Leah had found to cope with their constant demands. Eleanor and Nathaniel Radcliff II were more concerned with seeing that their prodigy followed in their footsteps and how their behavior reflected back on them in front of their snobby elite group of friends to care what he or Leah wanted. They had even used Leah's death as another reason for him to stop his wasteful philandering and go to work at Alliance, the family founded Fortune 500 financial institution he had absolutely no interest in.

  Nate still blamed himself for Leah's death. Barely eighteen when she died, she had always been timid around their overbearing, condescending parents. Seven years older, he'd had no problem running interference between her and them while growing up, but he also wasted no time leaving their prestigious, five-acre mansion in an exclusive country club community as soon as he turned eighteen.

  "Nate?" Camille asked, seeing the haunting memories cloud his sky blue eyes, eyes so much like Leah's. She had no idea if pairing these two together for the night was the right thing to do, but she was taking the fact they both suffered a tragic loss on the same day as a sign.

  "Fine. No meeting for a drink beforehand, lights off, except for the bathroom night light and I'll be happy to get out of her bed before dawn. What's her fee?" he asked sardonically. He always used the time meeting with the woman in the bar to negotiate payment for the night and it didn't sit well that he was walking into a hotel room not knowing who would be there and what her terms were.

  "Nothing. She, like you, has her own demons to exorcise, and chooses this way to do it." Camille knew Eve from her nephew's school and had nothing but the highest respect for her. "Just knock on room 1125 and say I sent you. She usually leaves the door cracked so it won't be locked."

  Camille ran a legitimate dating service that catered to out-of-town businessmen and women who wanted a date for a social function, but several of her employees, both men and women, were single parents or in need of extra income for other reasons. How they got it was their business and nothing, he knew, that she concerned herself with. Because of their close friendship and because she knew why he chose to escape his demons this time of year with a night of anonymous, mindless fucking, she offered to arrange a meeting with whoever was available that night then left the negotiations up to them.

  "A freebie, huh? Does she know I can afford whatever price she names?"

  "Honestly, Nate," Camille snapped, standing up, planting her hands on her desk and glaring at him. "Not all women are money grubbing whores or out to nab one of Richmond's wealthiest bachelors. Trust me when I tell you the only thing she wants is a night of uncomplicated, anonymous sex just like you. Now, do I call and tell her you're on your way or not?"

  Nate's lips quirked at her show of temper. "Careful, Camie, that redhead temper is revealing what a passionate woman you are, belying the prim, proper image you present to your other clients."

  "You're not a client; you're a pain in the ass," she responded with a smile knowing by the look on his face he was going to agree to Eve's unconventional terms.

  Nate reached across the desk and yanked hard on a long red curl. "Call your girl. I'll be at the Hampton in fifteen minutes."

  Nate turned his keys over to the valet as he unfolded his six foot two frame from his Jaguar. "Thank you," he told the eager to please college student who was ogling his car with lust. "Feel free to take the long way around to the parking lot."

  "Oh, I wouldn't do that, sir."

  "Sure you wouldn't," he muttered under his breath. The cool fall night air felt good against the lingering flush of anger he was still struggling to set aside as he strode into the posh opulence of Richmond's downtown Hampton. He acknowledged the night manager's greeting with a nod before crossing the marbled floors under the gilded chandeliers to the bank of gold trimmed elevators.

 
; He trusted Camille to pair him with a suitable bed partner for the night, but couldn't help disbelieving this woman wanted nothing more from their encounter, or from him, than she let on to Camille. People always wanted something from him. His parents wanted him to take an interest in the financial conglomerate he'd inherit someday and get on with producing an heir; society climbing women wanted to get him to the altar and to bear that heir; and the women he hooked up with when he got together with his friends for a weekend of sexual excess wanted to brag about fucking one of Richmond's most eligible bachelors as well as the titillating experiences of indulging in the decadent pleasures they couldn't get from their vanilla lovers. Acquaintances constantly dropped hints for him to either invest in their latest project or their favorite charity until it got to where he avoided contact with everyone except Dec, Fin and Wes. Friends since the first grade, the four of them spent their youth tormenting their teachers in private boarding school and the past seventeen years since college finding fun ways to thwart their parent's plans for them and fending off money grubbing women and acquaintances.

  As the elevator came to a soundless, smooth stop and he stepped out onto brick red carpeting, he thought of how not even his three best friends knew how he dealt with his annual battle with his guilt ridden conscience on the anniversary of Leah's death. It was Camille who mentioned how a night of sex with a complete stranger who wanted nothing more than to escape reality for a few hours and then leave with no regrets or expectations had helped her cope after her husband's callous desertion after she gave birth to a stillborn son. Tonight would be the seventh night she had set this up for him, but it was the first time he wasn't even going to get a clear look at who he was fucking. He wasn't worried the woman waiting beyond the door he stood in front of was homely or disfigured or in any way physically unappealing. His main concern centered around her motive for this tryst since it wasn't money she wanted and she didn't know who he was.