HandCuffs

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Freedom!!

"Thanks Ariella! Have a good holiday!" Rex calls from his desk.

I wave at him over my shoulder, "see you in two weeks!"

I grin excitedly and leave the office with a skip in my step.

Two whole weeks off!

I've worked 19 days straight and have finally got some time off to myself;

I have booked a flight ticket and a hotel room in Paris.

Two weeks of shopping, eating and relaxing and NO WORK!

Rushing out of the door, I head to my car and jump in; jutting the key in the right direction, my music blares through the speakers,

"..I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies!

This is the dawning of the rest of our lives.. ON HOLIDAY!" I scream the lyrics as I zoom away from town, towards Stansted airport.

It's time, oh yes yes yes!!

About 40 minutes from the airport, I stop at the petrol station for can of Rockstar and a sandwich.

After such a long hectic day, I hadn't eaten at all, so this measly sandwich is like a godsend.. Mouthwatering!

Bland chicken and soggy lettuce with mayonnaise in dry white bread..

I guess my taste buds aren't used to such normal cuisine due to working so much..

I sit back in my seat and yawn, "just stay awake a little while longer. You'll be on the plane soon and out of this dump." I tell myself out loud.

"Oh no you won't." A deep husky male voice makes me jump.

Who the?

I don't have time to think as a sharp object makes contact with my head and the world turns black..

~*~

Heavy, throbbing, aching pain radiates through my skull; my eyes feel like two tons holding them down.

"Come on sleeping beauty, wake up!" A gentle husky male voice vibrates through my sleep state, "oh come on bitch! Hurry up, I haven't got all day!"

The change in tones and volumes has me sitting upright, my eyes bolting open in a shot.

"Wwhat? Wwwwho are you?" I stutter as I come face to face with my attacker; a disarray of chocolate brown hair on the top of his head, slightly tanned flawless skin, two deep, captivating hazel brown eyes, the straightest of straight noses, and soft, kissable full pink lips, and a strong lickable jaw.

The face of a god; my attacker grins at me, and even though he's scary, it's a full on panty dropping, sexy smile that has my heart pounding erratically.

"I, beautiful, am Beau.. And you are going to drive me to where I want to go! Now what's your name?" He asks with such confidence.

I should be frightened of Beau but the way he's looking at me; eye fucking me, I want nothing more than to drive him around.

"I- I- I- I'm Ariella." I stutter- whisper.

I'm a little scared, nervous and my heart is pounding through the roof at the proximity of this god.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." Beau breathes huskily in my ear.

Everything south of my navel clenches in delight.

Damn it, I should be freaked out! I should be screaming, waving my hands in the air- running for the hills; not sat here waiting for the pain.

"Why do you need me? Are you running?" I ask in a whisper.

"Im a fugitive baby. I AM on the run and you're gonna help me. Do you understand Ariella?" My name rolls off his tongue perfectly.

I nod, silently, unable to talk.

Well ok.. I'm stuck in a car with Beau, the fugitive.. And he's going to make me drive him around so he doesn't get caught.

I thought I was going to Paris!

Damn it!

"I was on my way to Stansted.. I was going to Paris. Please let me go! I haven't had any time off work in forever. I really really need this!" I beg, tears forming in my eyes at the prospect of another missed holiday.

Beau grins, "I can't take a flight.. Fugitive remember. But maybe we could take the Eurostar! You're paying though. I'm going with."

Escaped convict say what now?