Hey this is my first fic so any type of review would be helpful! But please don't crucify me!
The Beginning of Beautiful Cruelty
Paul Phoenix was the type of man old women would faint and run away from, but as all gel haired, black bikie outfit wearing stereotypes are, he wasn't all that bad. Either way, if any normal woman saw him, they would turn and run. Fast.
Luckily, the woman he wanted was anything but normal.
Oh, how he wanted her! The lust he had, well, it bordered on obsession. The way he wanted her, didn't smoulder, and eventually die off, it grew, it burned, until all he could think of was ravishing her, and taking her to his bed.
But, now now, don't start jumping to the wrong conclusions, he didn't want to do anything on the wrong side of the law or anything, he wanted her to want him as he wanted her. Yes it was a mouthful, but that was what he wanted.
He spent nights musing about her, thinking up ways to make her smile that smile, to laugh that laugh, all the while remaining indifferent, and never revealing a thing.
It all started when he saw her in the resort café, looking noticeably absorbed by her thoughts.
He was immediately struck by her beauty (as any man with a decent amount of testosterone would) and in an act of manly arrogance, revved his motorbike, and sped down the street, showing off.
While he rode, he was looking at her out from the corner of his eye, to see if she noticed. She did, considering he veered off course and crashed into a pole. But that's beside the point.
She came running out of the café and over to him, upon seeing he wasn't injured, she helped him up, and righted his motorbike.
The dizziness cleared from his head, so he was able to focus on intently taking in what she looked like (or as some of his exes like to call it, inspecting her), his gaze wandering appreciatively up and down her 'appropriately' proportioned body.
She had smiled, a devilish, and cunning, and sweet and innocent smile, all in one.
While smiling, she leaned forward provocatively, and then with a glimmer in her eyes, she spoke in the most seductive voice, whispering the words Paul would toss and turn over for the next week.
"Hi there."
Little did he know, until she realised he was conscious, she had only wanted to steal his wallet.
There you have it! There is more but I would like to see how this is received before I commit myself to a possible failure of a fic! Review Please!
Happy Days
BreeLady