Free Awakened Desires (Bound by love) by Claire Harris Page A

setting up her business.
     
    She got down on her knees and leaned forward, smelling in the rich taste of the ground, and her head almost resting on a pair of dusty cowboy boots that came to a stop right in front of her. A little surprised, since she had not expected to see someone so close to her, she inched her eyes upwards as she began to get up, and realized that the boots belonged to a person with very well-tanned legs that were covered in a thin mat of dark hair. Further up there were a pair of khaki cargo shorts followed by a shirt. Her gray eyes finally rested on a pair of green, that were looking at her with a smile of amusement carved on his lips as he looked at her bent on her knees on the ground. Helen got up quickly until their eyes were almost even as she continued to study him. He had on a cowboy hat whose brim brought a five o’clock shadow over his well-chiseled face, and for some reason, she was sort of fearful of his looks.
     
    “Are you Helen Smart?” he asked, never taking his eyes off hers.
    Helen was about to answer when she noticed a plane attendant throwing suitcases out of the luggage side of the plane, and forgetting the man for a moment, she dashed over to the attendant and wrestled one of her suitcases out of his hands before he could toss it onto the mud.
    “These are mine, goddamit,” she grabbed her two suitcases and dragged them on their wheels away from the plane only to find the handsome stranger still staring at her.
     
    For some reason, Helen felt sort of uncomfortable with the way that he was looking at her. It was as if he could see right through her, and even tell that she thought that he was probably one of the most handsome men that she had ever seen. But heck, she was in this jungle just for business before heading back home where there were many handsome men that she could choose from. All the same, this stranger had the most manly looking body that she had ever seen, one of those types of bodies that she felt as if she could ran her fingers over all day and never get tired. He had a slight build, a clear indication that he hit the gym pretty often, and she could make out a six pack in the faded blue T shirt that he had worn.
    “Are you Helen Smart?” he asked again, impatiently with a strong Australian accent, startling her out of her thoughts.
    “Yes, and how do you know me?” she replied, angry with herself for getting her thoughts lost in him.
    “I am charterflight101, my name is Earl Winslow, and I will be your guide,” he replied, not bothering to offer her a hand with her luggage since he still seemed to be checking her out.
     
    She had met him online when looking for information on getting a charter plane, and also information on the best coffee farms in the area. They had chatted a lot, and he had helped her to gather all of the information that she needed on the farms in the area, until she had finally identified the one that she wanted to have business relations with. She intended to open up a coffee house back in Seattle, and she had been looking for suppliers of fresh coffee. That is one of the reasons that she was in Guatemala, and this handsome stranger was the last thing that she had intended to bump into. No, she could not afford to think of him that way, she was here on business and then back to the states.
     
    “A pleasure meeting you, please take me to my hotel,” she said, following him to a muddy Landrover parked outside the airport that barely looked like an airport, since it just had one huge hanger and a shack for a terminal.
    “I don’t think that will be possible,” he said, hesitatingly, “you see, the hotel that you were to stay in caved in due to a huge storm that was raging here three days ago, and it will be weeks before it is repaired.
    They rode in the jeep in silence for a while, before Earl said, “I was expecting someone different, you know.”
    “What do you mean different?” she looked at him, before returning to admire