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Carrie has found the man of her dreams. There is only one problem - the 21-year old Los Angeles receptionist can’t find the nerve to introduce herself to him. The young, shy girl can only watch as the tall, handsome, well-dressed man walks past her - at a downtown LA parking garage - each day.
Obsessed, Carrie finds herself stealing glances at the object of her affection. Something that doesn’t go completely unnoticed by the handsome, well-dressed man. When Carrie finds a handwritten note on the windshield of her car, she knows that the stranger has busted her.
“Let’s talk. Pick up the payphone near the elevator,” the stranger writes to the excited and nervous young Carrie. Not knowing what to expect, she makes contact with the man of her dreams.
“Do you like to get spanked?” “Do you love to be tied-down?” the stranger asks. Carrie can’t help but confess her secret desires to be dominated by an alpha male. And the stranger is more than happy to oblige. “I will rock your world under one condition - we remain strangers. We don’t learn each other’s name. We don’t know where each of us live. We meet, we play our games and then we leave.”
“Yes,” Carrie responds breathlessly. The couple meets at the infamous Chateau Marmont where the nervous and inexperienced young girl is introduced to the pleasures of submitting to the domineering and dashing alpha male. As the encounters continue, Carrie finds herself obsessed with finding out her handsome lover’s secret identity.
Encounters (The Alpha Stranger) Book 1
By C.T. Sloan
The following work is for private use only and may not be re-published, all or in part, without express written consent of the publisher.
Copyright 2012 MC73 Publishing
I can’t stop watching him. He is tall, maybe six feet, three inches tall. He has the stride of a confident man who answers to no one. And, best of all, the man knows how to dress. He always wears a tailored suit that shows off his broad shoulders, long legs and cute ass. Yes, I have a total crush on this man! There is only one problem. I don’t even know his name. You see, I encounter the object of my affection at about 6:00 every night when I leave my receptionist job. I have seen him at the same parking garage in downtown LA for the past week. My guess is that he is some lawyer or CFO or something. He can’t be older than 35. But he seems confident beyond his years.
It’s 5:50 p.m. I’m at the reception desk. My body is starting to get all tingly. Seeing that handsome stranger has become the highlight of my boring-as-hell job. Yeah, I know I should be thankful to have a full-time job at 21. But seriously, you can only answer so many phone calls a day before you go crazy.
At 6:00, I rush out of the office and ride the elevator to the ground floor. Then I hurry out of the building and head across the street to the parking garage. It’s always crowded around this time but you can’t mistake the handsome stranger. He stands out in the crowd. Everyone walks around with their head down with that haggard “worked a long day” stagger. The handsome stranger? He never looks tired. It’s as though the worries deflect off of his broad chest and chiseled jaw.
I loiter around the pedestrian entrance to the parking garage. I don’t see my handsome stranger yet. I begin to wonder if I have missed him. Dammit. This is seriously the only highlight of my day. If I don’t see him, it will irritate me for the rest of the evening. I wait about five more minutes before I give up and head to my car.
I walk up three flights of stairs. As I get off on level three, I hear the elevator doors open next to the stairwell. Usually, I avoid taking the elevators because they are slow and more often than not smell like homeless pee. As I walk, I listen to the murmuring of the various people getting off the elevator. Some are on their phones, others are
Obsessed, Carrie finds herself stealing glances at the object of her affection. Something that doesn’t go completely unnoticed by the handsome, well-dressed man. When Carrie finds a handwritten note on the windshield of her car, she knows that the stranger has busted her.
“Let’s talk. Pick up the payphone near the elevator,” the stranger writes to the excited and nervous young Carrie. Not knowing what to expect, she makes contact with the man of her dreams.
“Do you like to get spanked?” “Do you love to be tied-down?” the stranger asks. Carrie can’t help but confess her secret desires to be dominated by an alpha male. And the stranger is more than happy to oblige. “I will rock your world under one condition - we remain strangers. We don’t learn each other’s name. We don’t know where each of us live. We meet, we play our games and then we leave.”
“Yes,” Carrie responds breathlessly. The couple meets at the infamous Chateau Marmont where the nervous and inexperienced young girl is introduced to the pleasures of submitting to the domineering and dashing alpha male. As the encounters continue, Carrie finds herself obsessed with finding out her handsome lover’s secret identity.
Encounters (The Alpha Stranger) Book 1
By C.T. Sloan
The following work is for private use only and may not be re-published, all or in part, without express written consent of the publisher.
Copyright 2012 MC73 Publishing
I can’t stop watching him. He is tall, maybe six feet, three inches tall. He has the stride of a confident man who answers to no one. And, best of all, the man knows how to dress. He always wears a tailored suit that shows off his broad shoulders, long legs and cute ass. Yes, I have a total crush on this man! There is only one problem. I don’t even know his name. You see, I encounter the object of my affection at about 6:00 every night when I leave my receptionist job. I have seen him at the same parking garage in downtown LA for the past week. My guess is that he is some lawyer or CFO or something. He can’t be older than 35. But he seems confident beyond his years.
It’s 5:50 p.m. I’m at the reception desk. My body is starting to get all tingly. Seeing that handsome stranger has become the highlight of my boring-as-hell job. Yeah, I know I should be thankful to have a full-time job at 21. But seriously, you can only answer so many phone calls a day before you go crazy.
At 6:00, I rush out of the office and ride the elevator to the ground floor. Then I hurry out of the building and head across the street to the parking garage. It’s always crowded around this time but you can’t mistake the handsome stranger. He stands out in the crowd. Everyone walks around with their head down with that haggard “worked a long day” stagger. The handsome stranger? He never looks tired. It’s as though the worries deflect off of his broad chest and chiseled jaw.
I loiter around the pedestrian entrance to the parking garage. I don’t see my handsome stranger yet. I begin to wonder if I have missed him. Dammit. This is seriously the only highlight of my day. If I don’t see him, it will irritate me for the rest of the evening. I wait about five more minutes before I give up and head to my car.
I walk up three flights of stairs. As I get off on level three, I hear the elevator doors open next to the stairwell. Usually, I avoid taking the elevators because they are slow and more often than not smell like homeless pee. As I walk, I listen to the murmuring of the various people getting off the elevator. Some are on their phones, others are
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