Chapter 2

I'm pretty sure I need to check into a psych ward. I mean, damn, this sort of thing is way beyond normal. And the screwed-up part is I bought into it hook, line, and sinker.

So, the question is am I being played and if so, how is she accomplishing it? The skeptic in me says I should run, not walk, but run from this. But after what I saw how can I? If any of it is possible then how could I walk away with a clear conscience? And how could I ever think about collecting a bounty on anyone like him, most particularly him? He just might be superman.

And maybe that's the hook she got me with. I always did have a crush on Superman.

Jazz blinked and turned slowly, taking in her surroundings. "Whoa," she murmured appreciatively. When Stanzia told her all arrangements were completed for her housing, she wasn't lying. Jazz found herself standing in the foyer of a well-appointed house.

The foyer was tiled in white ceramic, with a twelve-foot door bordered by equally tall glass sidelights and topped with an arched window that spanned their width. A glass chandelier hung from the sixteen-foot ceiling.

Inside the foyer and to her right was a seating area of metal benches with fringed cushions and a bubbling fountain. To her left an entry table of metal and glass upon which sat an intricate metal lamp, flanked by two art deco sculptures of entwined couples. A large ornate mirror hung on the wall behind the table, reflecting the seating area and fountain. A large arched entrance led into the great room, a large airy room with cathedral ceilings.

What drew her eye was the wall of glass on the opposite side of the great room. At least twenty feet, from floor to ceiling, beyond lay a vision of tropical splendor. She crossed through the great room, admiring the furnishings, the enormous flat-screen television mounted on one wall, and the clean white tile of the kitchen and dinette, separated from the living area by a long granite-covered wet bar.

She slid open one of the massive glass doors and stepped outside onto a large covered lanai. Deeply padded wicker furniture sat beneath an enormous umbrella. Beyond was a sparkling pool with an unusual squat fountain, dumping a vertical line of water into the pool.

Massive palms and tropical plants she couldn't even begin to name bordered the paved patio in an interior planter. A towering metal and screen enclosure arched over the entire expanse of the pool, offering protection from pesky insects.

Surrounding the pool outside of the enclosure was a tropical garden that sloped down to meet a wide golf fairway.

"Wow." Stanzia had certainly hooked her up in the housing department. She'd never expected anything so luxurious.

Which had her taking a look at herself. She sure as hell didn't fit in with her black latex suit, boots, and weapons.

She returned inside to explore the rest of the house, discovering a master bedroom suite with French doors leading out onto the pool patio. It was large enough to house the king-sized metal canopy bed and flanking nightstands, along with a couch, loveseat, tables, and another large, flat-screen television in a custom wood cabinet.

Jazz couldn't resist lying back on the bed. "Oh baby," she crooned appreciatively. How she'd love to have a big hard body to romp with on this mattress.

Pushing aside thoughts of hot sex and sweaty bodies, she wandered into the master bath to discover what was surely every woman's fantasy. Two enormous walk-in closets formed the hallway to tiled paradise, with one of the largest tubs she'd ever seen, a huge walk-in shower and a frosted glass window dominating the wall beside the tub.

She retraced her steps to the closets, and opened the doors of one. Larger than her bedroom at home, the racked were filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, even a large lighted cabinet in the center of the room containing an assortment of jewelry.

Jazz flipped through the clothes hanging on the racks. All her size. And all in colors and styles she would have chosen for herself. She shook her head in amazement. How had Stanzia accomplished this?

She crossed through the house to the front door and walked outside. Several flyers lay on the welcome mat. She picked them up, intending on tossing them. But one caught her eye, advertising a special running at a local gym.

Having a place to work out was one of Jazz's requirements in life. In her line of work, staying in good shape was mandatory. She returned inside, tossed all but the flyer advertising the gym into the trash can and pulled out her cell phone to dial the number listed.

A gravely male voice answered. "Nash's Gym."

"Hi. I found this flyer on my door and wondered if the rate is still good?"

"Yep."

"Okay, thanks." She hung up the phone and leaned back against the counter, considering her next move. That's when she spotted the large envelope with her name in flowing script on the center island.

She tore it open and emptied out the contents. House key, car key, a vehicle key, her own identification, credit cards she'd never applied for and a wad of cash.

Leaving the items on the counter, she headed for the bathroom, where she stripped down, showered, and went through the closet. She found a pair of tight bike shorts, a matching tank top with good support, socks, shoes and even a gym bag. With everything she needed at her disposal, she figured she might as well go check out the gym and workout. After that she'd cruise around and see if her "sense" picked up a trail on the dweeb.

She packed a change of clothes—low slung jeans and crop top—and tossed some toiletry items into the bag. A leather wallet caught her eye, so she grabbed it and headed for the kitchen where she put the driver's license, credit cards and cash into it and snatched up the three sets of keys.

She passed through the laundry room and opened the door to the garage. A grin split her face as she saw her mode of transportation. That Stanzia sure knew how to spoil a gal. Sitting in the garage was a shiny black Lotus Elise, without a doubt, her dream car.

Parked beside it was a Harley Fat Boy, with a custom paint job, metallic flaked black.

Jazz laughed out loud, all at once excited about her assignment. After all, how hard could it be? Live in a posh house, drive expensive vehicles and babysit a dweeb genius. Piece of cake. Well it would be as soon as she located him.

Confident she would locate her charge soon, she climbed into the Lotus. "Sweet," she said to herself as she put the key into the ignition and the garage door silently opened. "Too sweet."

Tuning the radio on to discover one of her favorite songs playing, she cranked up the volume, keyed in the address she'd read on the gym flyer and let the GPS provide directions.

With that done, she backed out, watching as the garage closed, and pulled out onto the street. It was time for the adventure to begin.

*****

Rock's ten a.m. client was late. He hated it when people were late, but figured he might as well use the time to his advantage. He put in an hour of weight training, and then some aerobics.

He was bent over, his upper body lying along the length of his legs, hands firmly behind him on the floor, when the door open and in walked a wet dream. That most prized bit of male anatomy jumped, making it necessary to spread his feet out to shoulder width, keeping the bend and watching the vision stop and take a look around the gym.

Jazz had no more than stepped inside the gym when her legs froze. Literally froze. Rooting her in place. Across the gym, on a wide stretch of padded mat, was absolutely the most delicious male butt she'd ever seen. Her eyes moved across the enticing sight to the strong legs that supported it and lower. About the time she reached calf level she saw the man's face. Watching her.

And what a face: strong chiseled features, heavy dark brows, and eyes the color of molten bronze, blazing vividly from his tanned face.

A flash of white teeth in that perfect face had her wishing she'd worn underwear because the crotch of her shorts felt decidedly moist. She removed her sunglasses, keeping her eyes locked with the god across the way. For several long moments they engaged in the initial battle, neither of them blinking. She felt the energy as strong as if he was a foot away instead of clear across the gym, and it was energy that had lust spiking high and fast.

She almost forgot why she was there. That fact alone jolted her. She was never that affected by a man. She was accustomed to having an effect on them, but never in her life had one made her want to throw him on the floor, tear his clothes off and ride him until they were both weak from exhaustion.

To compound her unease, her tracking senses had kicked into high gear. Which meant that her gift had activated. Jazz didn't understand the mechanics of how her gift operated. She didn't need to. She simply accepted it.

She'd read the information on Doctor R. C. Burns and had mentally filed it away. Sooner or later she'd start to pick up a signal on him, one that would lead her to him.

If she was picking up signals now, it meant that her target was somewhere in the vicinity. Part of her wanted to rush back to her car and give in to the gift to see where it would take her.

But her female nature was in control at the moment, and nothing short of a nuclear explosion would make her leave this place and the hunk it housed.

The hunk started to straighten from his bend and released her from the force that had her feet glued to the floor. She experienced a stab of disappointment when the moment ended, but also one of anticipation. There was no way she was leaving this place without having an encounter with the man. She was as certain of that as she was of her name.

Rock willed his erection to fade. That was an almost impossible task, looking at the woman across the gym. Full breasts snuggly encased in a skin-tight black tank top, a narrow waist and hips that flared just the right amount over long strong legs, formed a body that was criminal to conceal in clothing.

Her hair was dark and long, cascading down her back nearly to her waist in loose curls. Her face was a curious blend of ethnicity. Elegant jet brows arched over large almond eyes of the most unusual shade of green. High cheekbones and taut skin the color of a caramel latte, and full pouty lips that begged to be kissed, formed a face that was not of classical beauty, but one of erotic and exotic appeal. The kind of face that belonged in a dream of passion and heat.

Her eyes didn't hesitate to lock with his, and when they did, a jolt ran through him that had his balls tightening. His mind registered the shock a moment before his body. This was one potent woman. Clearly confident and self-assured, she wasn't afraid to let her eyes communicate her interest.

Rock wanted to rip that black spandex from her body and lick every inch of her latte skin. He had to know who she was. He started to straighten. By the time he was upright and turning toward her, Ed had exited the office and was yelling in her direction.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we spoke on the phone." She headed toward Ed in a smooth, powerful stride that struck a surprising cord in Rock. She moved like a martial artist, her center of gravity low and secure, and her movements fluid and controlled.

"Ed Nash." Ed reached her and stuck out his hand. "Have any trouble finding the place?"

"None at all, Mr. Nash." She took his hand and gave him a brilliant smile.

"Ed." He grinned back at her.

"Thanks, Ed. I'm Jazz Boudreaux. I'd like to pay you upfront for the first month and then see how it goes after that. If that's okay?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied, and then paused. "You look like a gal who knows her way around a gym."

"I've been a time or two," she said with a smile.

"Want a job?"

"Huh?"

"A job. You got any training in martial arts or kickboxing?"

"Actually yes. A couple of black belts but never competed."

"It'll do. Assistant trainer quit last week and it's a bitch—'scuse the French—with the UFC bout coming up in Tampa. Everybody and his brother wants to get trained."

"Well, I'm not exactly experienced in the whole Ultimate Fighting thing, Ed."

"Doesn't matter. Just need someone who can spar with the fellas. "He broke out into a laugh. "And damn if it wouldn't be a hoot to see a couple of 'em get their ass kicked by a broad—uh, woman."

Jazz laughed along with him. "What makes you think I can go the distance?"

Ed thumbed his nose and grinned. "Got a nose for a fighter. Whaddaya say?"

Inside she was cheering, doing a happy dance, and screaming for joy at the wonderful stroke of luck. Working at the gym would give her plenty of opportunities to cozy up with the hunk.

"I say what the heck—sign me up."

"Atta girl. Okay, you start today. You got gear?"

"Sorry, no. Wasn't counting on anything but a workout today.

"No problem. Come on back to the office and I'll fix you up."

Jazz followed him to his office, cutting a look over her shoulder at the hunk just before she entered the door. He was watching with a curious expression. She wondered what he was thinking.

What Rock was thinking was all right! Providence must have decided not just to smile on him, but grin. Chicks loved the whole trainer deal. As soon as he told them he was a trainer they started cooing about how much they'd love to be trained. He'd been known to be quite accommodating in that respect. So what was she into? Weights, maybe some self-defense techniques? Only one way to find out and that was to ask. He draped his towel over one shoulder and headed for the office.

Ed was digging through the new equipment, tossing out gloves for her to try when he entered the room. The woman was leaning back against the desk, her long legs stretched out in front of her, pulling on a glove.

"This will do," she was saying. Abruptly, her head whipped around and those green cat eyes locked on him with the force of a laser beam.

"Hey." Rock stopped and leaned against the doorway. As small as the office was, this put him within two feet of her, close enough to see the gold flecks that danced in the sea of green of her eyes.

"Hey." She looked him straight in the eyes.

He liked her eyes and what he saw in them. Just as he liked the sound of her voice. Low, a bit husky and with a slight accent that he'd guess pegged her roots as somewhere in the south.

Ed straightened, grunting as he did, with one hand going to the small of his back. "Jazz, this is Rock, my b—my head trainer. Rock, Jazz Boudreaux, your new assistant trainer."

Rock felt like giving a rebel yell of joy at the news, but instead smiled and stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Jazz."

She rewarded him with a smile sultry enough to set his jock on fire, and tapped her gloved hand against his. "Same here, Rock."

"So, you have much experience in the fight game?"

"More of the school of life kind of experience."

"Know anything about ultimate fighting?"

"To be honest, only what I've seen on television. But I'm a fast learner."

"And good qualifications," Ed added. "Black belt in..."

"Tae Kwon Do and Kempo." She filled in the information for him. "I've studied Tai Chi, Judo and Kung Fu, and trained with an ex-golden glove for a while."

Rock was impressed. "Nice. Still, we'll need to make sure you're training according to our specs."

"Right," Ed cut in before she had a chance to respond. "Rock'll be working with you until you're ready to go solo."

Jazz forced herself to respond to the wizened old fighter sitting at the desk, out of respect and also to get her mind off the waves of heat coming off Rock. "Sounds good. When do we start?"

"Ed?" A male voice called out at that moment. "Hey! Where is everyone?"

"Here," Rock yelled back over his shoulder then looked at Jazz. "Danny Bookman. Wants to be an ultimate fighter. Hasn't fought professionally, but thinks he's the bad ass to end all bad asses thanks to a few titles in local martial arts competitions."

"He have what it takes?"

Rock straightened with a wink. "That's what we're going to find out. Grab your gear. I'd like to put you in the ring with him to get an idea of your style and to see how he fares against a woman."

She chuckled and snatched up her mouthpiece and other glove. "He one of those guys that can't hit a woman, or one that wants to?"

"We're about to find out." Rock turned to leave.

Jazz looked at Ed. "Thanks, Ed. I'll pay you for these out of my first check, if that's okay."

"Don't worry about it." He waved her words away.

"Kinda have to. Independence, you understand. Need to pull my own weight."

"Fine." He grinned and leaned back in his chair. "Now get out there and show that smart ass what a good decision I made hiring you."

"You got it." She gave him a sassy wink before following Rock.

Her eyes lit with appreciation, watching him stride across the gym to the muscular man waiting at the mat. What she would give for a few days of fun and games with him. Somehow she got the feeling he was a man who would not fail to please. And it had been quite a while since she'd been even mildly pleased in the sex department. Most men were not strong enough for her. Not able to satisfy her cravings.

What her granny called her "bloodhound" sense kicked in again, stronger this time, refocusing her mind on why she was there. She was definitely going to have to scout the area as soon as her work shift was over. The dweeb had to be close.

"You ready?" Rock asked over his shoulder as she approached.

"Born that way," she replied and acknowledged the other man. "I'm Jazz."

"Danny," the man replied and turned his attention to Rock. "You expect me to fight her?"

"Yep."

"Come on, Rock. A chick? No offense, Jazz, but I don't make a habit of beating up women."

Jazz grinned as she made the transition into fight mode. "What makes you think you can, Danny?"

Rock laughed as Danny rolled his eyes. "Okay, you two. Places."

Jazz took her place on the mat, bending over to hug her legs for a good stretch then straightening and dancing in place for a moment. When Rock said "Go," she was ready, but made no move.

Danny danced around her, throwing a few half-hearted jabs she easily deflected. He had little skill in hiding his intent, telegraphing every move he intended to make. She let him jab and kick at will and played defense, fending off his attack but not going on the offense.

"Come on, Jazz," Rock encouraged after a few minutes. "Let's see what you've got."

She cut him a grin and the next kick Danny threw, she countered. He issued a spinning back kick and she spun toward him, inside the kick, catching him with a back-fist that sent his head snapping back. One more spin and she was past him, coming around with low leg sweep that caught him in the back of his supporting leg, sweeping it from under him and sending him into a fall.

"Fuck!" Danny cursed as he bounded up and faced her.

"Not if you fuck the way you fight," she teased, bringing a flush of anger to his face at the taunt.

He came after her, clearly no longer caring that she was female. Jazz grinned, letting her warrior take command. Fighting was instinctive to her. She focused on her opponent's eyes and acted in accordance with their intent, taking the openings in his defenses to counter attack.

Danny was no match for her. She knew that and suspected he did as well. But male pride would not let him admit defeat to a woman. She realized he had slipped out of training mode and was fighting in earnest.

She cut a look at Rock, seeing the glitter in his eyes, the hard set of his jaw. He wasn't going to stop it. Which meant she had no choice. She had to take Danny down. She slipped into full offense mode, pressing him back on the mat, delivering a series of kicks and punches to open a bigger hole in his defense.

The moment came. She launched herself into the air with a spinning side-kick. Her foot found its mark, connecting solidly mid-chest and sending him flailing backwards. She pressed in with a series of punches to the face, getting in close and forcing him back more.

The finale came in the form of a leg sweep that had him landing hard on his ass. One downward strike was all it took. Her fist stopped short of his exposed neck. He stared up at her in anger for a moment and then let his hands fall limp to his sides. The fight was over.

Jazz offered him her hand. He glared at her for a moment then accepted and she straightened, pulling him to his feet. He peeled off one glove and spat out his mouthpiece.

"This doesn't mean shit!" he barked at her then turned his wrath on Rock. "Not shit! You put me on the mat with a fucking chick and expect me to give it my all? You fucking know I'd have to throw it to keep from hurting her."

"That's a load of crap," Rock replied calmly. "She beat you. Man up, Danny. Just means you aren't ready yet. In time maybe. Not now. Better up you to five days a week."

"I ain't fighting her no more," Danny announced.

"You'll fight who I say or find another gym."

"Fuck you." Danny bounded off to snatch up his bag and rush out of the gym.

"Damn!" Jazz blew out her breath. "Sorry. Didn't mean to cost you a client."

"Not the kind I want to train anyway. You move well."

"Thanks."

"There are a couple of areas you could strengthen your defense."

She arched a brow at him. "Yeah?"

"Yep."

"Show me."

"You got enough in you for another bout?"

"That was just a warm up," she said sassily.

Rock's sexy smile had her hormones spinning. "Later. Right now I have a couple of files I want you to go over. Some gals who joined recently. Not looking to compete, just want to learn some self-defense."

"Sure," she agreed, stepping off the mat so that she was just inches from him. "But later..."

"Don't worry, Jazz. I'll deliver." His words promised much more than a satisfying sparring match. The look in his eyes backed up his words.

"I'll look forward to it," she returned in a low voice that carried its own promise.

At that moment there was nothing Rock wanted more than to pull her to him and taste those full lips. Feel that strong lithe body pressed up against his. She was a turn-on unlike any other. Watching her fight, he'd been hard pressed to keep his mind on the technique and not on imagining the two of them on the mat, the physical battle leading to him taking her down. Then taking her.

It would be primitive and passionate and no holds barred. His gut told him that. The only question on his mind was how soon.

She smiled knowingly at him, as if reading his thoughts. He gave her a wink and turned away. "Come on, let me get you those files."

Jazz grinned behind his back, watching his fine ass as he led the way. Rock looked over her shoulder and caught her. "After you." He swept his hand in front of him.

She laughed and walked around him but cut a look back at him before they reached the office. "Turnabout's fair play," he said, not in the least embarrassed at having been caught watching the sway of her firm ass.

"Hmmm, I like play," she offered and sashayed into the office.

Rock could have groaned at the images her words inspired. Adjusting his burgeoning erection in his pants, he followed. Suddenly life had taken an interesting turn. One he was determined to explore in depth. Very soon.