It was only a year ago, however, when the disconnect between her appearance and personality almost proved deadly. Vixen had accidentally met a male patient's gaze while on her way to the nurses' station, and the man had immediately interpreted this split-second eye contact as sexual interest in Vixen's part.
He began stalking her every move after that, and it was late one night, and Vixen was alone in the stockroom while doing inventory, that the man had made his move. He had started kissing her, and when Vixen resisted, the man had slapped her hard and accused Vixen for leading him on. He attempted to rape her after that, but Vixen, equipped with a black belt in judo, had been able to fend him off with a few well-placed kicks all the while yelling for help.
Security eventually came running in, an arrest was made, and Charles Stanhope himself, who at that time was still the hospital director, had personally met with Vixen to assure her of the hospital's commitment to protecting its employees.
While the incident did not severely traumatize her, Vixen nevertheless found herself even more careful when interacting with the opposite sex. Smiles were kept to a bare minimum, and for quite some time now, she had only been exclusively working with female patients.
It was probably why, Vixen thought wryly, Cassidy appeared shocked at Vixen readily saying yes to the new job. And to be perfectly honest, the only reason she had done that was because of him.
Christopher "Kit" Masterton.
Her cheeks burned, and even though Vixen was alone in her bedroom, she still couldn't help feeling self-conscious at how the mere thought of him could make her blush.
She was seventeen when she had first watched Christopher play on the telly, and while Vixen had never admitted this to anyone, she had kinda...sorta...found herself rather crazily infatuated with him after that.
And so to be presented with the opportunity to work with the one and only man she found attractive...
Vixen pressed her hands to her cheeks, now feverishly hot, and felt her heart flutter. She knew it was stupid of her to expect that anything could or would happen, but...statistically speaking, she had reason to hope...yes?
THE DAY FINALLY CAME for Vixen to join the cruise, and she was simply in awe, the thought of meeting Christopher Masterton in person temporarily forgotten as she stood in one corner just to gawk at what would be her home for the next three weeks.
The Royal Valentine was as wonderfully sleek as it was majestic, and if she remembered the details on her brochure, it had fourteen decks in total and capable of accommodating over seven hundred passengers.
Just walking up to the main deck was an experience in itself, and after handing over her luggage and taking her ID at the registration desk, Vixen absently put the lanyard over her head while she continued to soak in the opulence of her surroundings.
The atrium lobby boasted of tall, gleaming columns, a pair of sweeping staircases with gold-plated railings, and a magnificent crystal chandelier as its centerpiece.
A floating palace, Vixen mused, and the thought nearly had her pinching herself. Her first cruise, and she would actually be able to spend it with Christopher Masterton!
The thrilling thought was enough to spur her into action, and after leaving her hand-carry on the coffee table, Vixen left her room and quickly made her way to the upper deck.
She had barely knocked on Christopher's door when it opened right away, and Vixen, caught by surprise, suddenly came face to face with Christopher Masterton.
Oh dear!
Her senses started tingling so crazily it almost had Vixen convinced she was indeed the sex siren everyone thought she was. There was just something so powerfully and sensually masculine about Christopher that his presence alone had Vixen feeling rather stunned and light-headed.
She had often wondered if the media's description of him as 'swoonworthy' was merely trivial, but now she knew it was indeed the truth. And while it likely didn't show on her face, Vixen was truly enamored by the sight of him. Delirious even, with the way his mere proximity had her feeling so feverish.
If she weren't mistaken, this was what people called...sexual attraction. Right?
CHRISTOPHER COULD HARDLY believe his eyes when he saw the woman standing outside his door. This was the woman who would be his private PTA for the next three weeks?
She was bloody alluring with her wavy wine-red hair, sultry dark eyes, and pouty lips, and even though she was only clad in a dark red Stanhope Medical Center shirt and jeans, her hourglass figure made her appear like temptation incarnate.
And when she finally started to speak—-
"Good afternoon, Mr. Masterton."
Bloody hell. The girl's words proved to be just as seductive as the rest of her. Soft and husky like it was made for the bedroom, and startlingly creamy, like her voice had this bewitching ability to turn every word she uttered into chocolate for the ears.
"I'm Vixen Greene from Stanhope Medical Center."
A sexual jolt of electricity cracked between them as Christopher took the hand she offered, and he was amused at the way her face remain expressionless...even as her big beautiful breasts heaved noticeably under the thin cotton of her shirt.
Vixen, meanwhile, was too busy reeling at having her hand held by Christopher to even notice how the rest of her body had betrayed her. This was definitely sexual attraction she was feeling. She was sure of that now, but...did it also immediately follow that he would feel the same way?
Her gaze flew up at this, and Vixen nearly gasped. Christopher's stunning hazel eyes appeared only a glint away from diablerie, and the way he was gazing at her...
"How ever did you guess?" Vixen blurted out.
The question perplexed and amused Christopher at the same time. With literally decades of fucking to draw from, Christopher was anything but a novice when it came to women. He had only been ten when he first experienced having a girl's mouth around his dick, and two years after that, his dick had its first taste of pussy. He had been pretty much a manwhore since then, and in the past few years, he had found women in general appallingly predictable. Tthere was nothing they said or did that surprised him...until now.
Vixen was truly a class of her own, Christopher thought, and it wasn't only because of her sensational curves. With her rather interesting talent for surprising him, Christopher was all the more determined to have Vixen naked and writhing under him, as fucking soon as possible.
But for said fantasy to turn into reality...
"If it's alright with you," he murmured, "could we continue our conversation inside?"
"Of course."
Since Christopher had expected Vixen to play coy, this show of quick acquiescence slightly took him aback, but he forgot all about this the moment she walked past him, and the fresh, floral scent of her perfume had his dick surging into life.
Scents rarely did anything for him, but Vixen was obviously the exception, and for him to already want her this fucking much just by the scent of her alone...how fucking good would it be, once he finally had her in his bed?
Vixen was startled when Christopher, after shutting the door, turned to face her with a rather hungry expression on his gorgeous face.
Then again, it was a few minutes to one, so perhaps he hadn't lunch yet?
"I'm sorry," she said right away. "Did I come at a bad time? You look terribly hungry," she said in concern.