After her near encounter with Warrick, Catherine was feeling a little hot and bothered so she decided to go for a little walk to clear her head. It was true that she'd fantasized quite a bit about Warrick; she had been even more than willing to see where things were going to lead a little earlier, but a little time and a little distance was causing her to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Warrick was married and she was not going to be the reason he cheated on his wife, even if they were already having problems. She'd been on the other end of that with Eddie and it had been a living hell on so many levels. Mr. La Rourke had said that if both people shared the fantasy that they'd remember it when they got back to Vegas; there was no way this was going to have a good ending for either of them if they acted on their desires here; if it was ever going to happen it was going to have to be in Vegas and only if Warrick and Tina were unable to work things out.
What she needed right then was a little diversion. As she passed the lodge she noticed a trail leading into the jungle. As she walked along the trail, she couldn't help but relax and notice how beautiful the scenery was and before she knew it, the trail had spilled out into a clearing where she was met with a rather surprising sight.
"Hullo." A strapping blond man standing next to an elephant lifted his hand in greeting. He was looking at Catherine as if he was sizing her up and a wide grin spread across his face. "Fancy a ride on Tusky here?"
Catherine wasn't sure if she was dreaming; Mr. Hunk of the Month had an Aussie hint in his voice and he was in a word dreamy, right down to the khaki shorts and barely buttoned shirt. In fact Catherine was almost sure that she was swooning. "Excuse me?" Normally confident and unflappable, she found herself feeling as if her world had been bumped a little off center and she was considering that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
"Tusky, here is me mate and he loves to help me sweep Sheila's like yourself off their feet." Clearly he was confident, but given his physique and that smile of his, he had every right to be.
Catherine pursed her lips a little and arched her brows as she mulled it all over; this was Fantasize Island after all and this was pretty damn close to a recurring dream she'd had, there was just one little detail she needed for it all to be complete. "So, the elephant is Tusky, what's your name?" Did her voice sound husky? She was sure the lust she was feeling at that moment was oozing out of every pore of her body.
"Sven." He extended his hand to greet her, smiling as he let his eyes wander to appreciate her cleavage and the curve in her hips. Clearly he was a man who appreciated a beautiful woman.
Catherine grinned; he was in a word perfect right down to his name. "Catherine." She didn't let go of his hand right away and she was pleased to find that he didn't either. In fact, he seemed to be pulling her with him towards the elephant.
"So you'll go for a ride then." It was more of an assumption than a question and he gave the elephant a few hand signals to make it kneel down so they could climb on its back. "Up you go there, Catherine." His hand lingered on her ass well after she'd managed to get in the saddle.
She glanced back at him with a sultry smile. "So, what kind of ride does Tusky give?" Her tone clearly implied far more than a ride on the elephant.
Sven's hands came to rest low on her hips and he whispered in her ear. "All depends on you, love. The ride's as long or as short as you make it." His thumbs caressed her sides as he spoke.
Catherine felt warm shivers running through her as she let herself lean back against Sven, the rolling gait of the elephant causing a little extra friction between their bodies. She couldn't help but admire how beautiful things were from this perspective; or maybe it was because of the hunky Australian sitting directly behind her. "I've got all the time in the world."
"Then I've got just the ride for you." Sven seemed to be able to guide the elephant without even talking as they meandered through the jungle. They'd gone for quite a while, the sounds of birds calling out filtering through the trees and soon the sound of crashing surf could be heard off in the distance. They emerged out onto a beach surrounding a small lagoon on what seemed to be another part of the island; a bit more deserted with a small dock leading out to a hut over the water.
"This is beautiful." Catherine hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time and as she looked around the beach, she realized that Sven had made Tusky kneel down so they could get off.
"Easy there, Tusky, mate." Sven quickly held his hand out for Catherine as she slipped off the elephant. "Precious cargo." He seemed to be giving the elephant a gentle scold even as he casually slipped his arm around Catherine's waist.
"So, how do you know about this place?" Catherine had thrown all caution to the wind; she was more than willing to believe anything that Sven said.
"I live here." Sven gestured around the small lagoon. "My own personal fantasy come true." He was smiling widely and he almost looked even more tan and hunky than before.
"Can I get the tour, or is it self guided?" Catherine was devouring Sven with her eyes; she wasn't really all that interested in his hut as she was interested in him. In a bold move, she turned towards him and tilted her head slightly, flicking her tongue out a little as her hands slid up his chest.
"For you, I'll give a full tour." Sven took her hand and began to lead her down the beach towards the dock. He seemed to have a clear purpose in mind.
As they stepped into the hut, Catherine couldn't help but smile, it was as if her deepest fantasy had been brought to life, right down to the mosquito net around the bed. All inhibitions gone, she stepped towards Sven again, slowly sliding her hands up his chest and encircling his neck. She kept eyeing his lips. "Is Tusky the only one that gives rides?"
Sven had pulled her flush against his body, his hands coming to rest on her firm ass. His voice was low and sexy as he looked into her eyes. "The ride I give is quite memorable." He even sounded more Australian at that moment.
"Looking forward to it." Catherine whispered just before their lips crashed together. The reality of this was far better than anything she'd ever experienced before and she found herself willingly being carried away by her desires. Sven's touch was electrifying and his mouth, oh what his mouth could do to her. They tumbled onto the large four poster bed nearly pulling the mosquito net down in the process leaving a trail of clothing strewn across the floor where it had been hastily discarded. Much later, tangled up together, all Catherine could do was smile. Sven had been right; memorable was a good way to describe what she'd just experienced.