Heat Of The Night
He walked into the crowed Barnes and Noble bookstore amid the mass of children and parents. Excitement filled the air as the people lined up to purchase their long awaited Harry Potter Book. Children all different races, sex and ages were chattered with exuberance as their purchase brought them pure joy. He walked up to the holding desk when a pretty brunette with long hair and vivid blue eyes smiled at him. “ Can I help you?”
“ Yes.” He said quietly. “I’m on the list for the Harry Potter book.”
“ Name please.”
He told her as she quickly searched through the database for his name. Finding his name she gave him a coy look. “No kids?”
He was a bit perplexed. “ Excuse me?”
She played with a strand of hair. “ You don’t have any kids with you.” She peeked around his shoulder. God, she thought he was good looking. He seemed to blush, his ears actually turned red. Wow, a guy that cute who blushes she wanted to take him home.
“ No. No kids.”
“ That’s okay. Lots of grown up like her books.” She bent down to retrieve a book from the bottom shelf. “ I have my own copy that I want to read. It’s kinda sad, this is the 6th one. After this one, she all done.”
‘ Yes. Its kind a sad.”
“ Well if you ever want to talk about her book or something, there is a book club here, for adults, not just kids.”
“Oh. Okay.” He looked at her. Not sure what to say but feeling uncomfortable as he always did around women. She was pretty and nice.
She picked up her hot pink pen and quickly wrote down her name and number on a business card. “ Give me a call some time. I’ll let you know about the book club. I’m Kat.”
He nodded quickly taking the card and the book. He smiled at her and went off to get into the long line. He thought about the card burning in his pocket, wondering if he should use it. He turned again to look at her to find her staring at him. No, he thought. He just couldn’t do that; if he called her then it would be no doubt a date. His walked past the magazine section when suddenly he saw a picture on the cover of a magazine. Thoughts of the young woman who had given him her number faded. Instead of feeling of intense need filled him along with sexual longing hit him hard. Already his p*nis had begun to rise. Damn it, he thought in frustrated anger. She always did this to him. Made him want and need her in such a manner. Hiding his growing erection in his jeans behind his expensive chocolate leather jacket, he picked up the magazine and headed toward the line. Impatient, he was frustrated. Damn, he thought. All these f*cking children were now in his way waiting for a book. He wanted to push them down and beat them for getting in between him and his goal. Gone was the peaceful existence he had had. Now he was frustrated sexually, needing a moment with her. Needing to touch her. To be with her. Staring at an 11 year old and her friends who were pointing at him and laughing, anger started to rise in him. How dare the laugh at him. He’d find a way to pay them back just as soon as, damn. A man in his mid-forties came to the gawking girls and stood next to them. Probably the father, he surmised. “Look dad. He has the same book we do.” The pesky girl stated blowing bubble gum. The father turned and looked at him. The book in his hands and the fashion magazine.” He shuffled his girls away.
“ Come on stop bothering the man.” Noting the man reading chose along with the fashion magazine, as well as his expensive jeans, dress shirt and meticulous care, handsome good looks and trim body. The father thought on thing "faggot". The man ushered his girls away to another line. This made him mad. He wasn’t gay, not that being gay bothered him, one of his childhood friends, Calvin, was gay. Hell a man had hit him on once or twice; he had politely told them that he was straight. Maybe it was his handsome features or the way he dressed. Maybe it was that ridiculous stereotype that meant that a man who was quiet, independent and neat were gay. Or maybe it was the fashion magazine with the lack of girlfriend on sight. He wasn’t sure. A part of him was dying to follow the man and the pack of insipid girls to teach them a lesson they’d never forget. But the other part of him. He looked down the magazine. Her beautiful golden eyes employed him. He needed to get home.

He arrived him fifteen minutes later not caring that he speed past the speed limit in his silver colored Porsche. Walking into his expensive Penthouse, he smiled politely at the doorman along with the couple he passed until he reached his private elevator. He opened the door to his immaculate Penthouse with all white interior, expensive furniture that had been placed with infinite care to create an appropriate environment. He headed to his bedroom, slipped off his shoes no to mare his white carpet. Stripping quickly, the jeans, shirt, shoes and underwear were folded and put inside its approximate whicker containers. He had wanted to rush, to throw his clothes off but that wouldn’t be proper. He had to follow the rules. Without rules, there would be anarchy. Stopping to stand before the wall to wall sliding door that leads to his enormous bathroom, he pause to look at himself. He stood at 6 feet tall, dark hair that was cut perfectly to give him the best appearance. His face, handsome, he spent a great deal of facials, scrubs, and masks to make sure his completion was perfect. His body, was fit, athletic muscular, trim with little body fat. He ran, used weights and ate using a fit diet. He, damn it, was perfect. Just like she was. He padded naked over toward what looked like a wall expect it had a code key pass. Pushing buttons, the hidden door slid open to a room. In the room were stacks of DVD tapes, videotapes and pictures. Some in frames, other neatly pinned against the wall. Taking his time he cut out all the pictures of her in her magazine feature and hung them with great care. She was his goddess. His love. His obsession. “ Soon my love, we will be together.” He murmured with conviction. His hand found his p*nis and started to move up and down. Pleasuring himself, his eyes focused solely on her own. She was haunting him. His hands continued to move as his body reacted. Soon, his climax came and semen squirted all over his hands. His beautiful Brooke face watched him and smile. “Soon my love. All your heartache that bastard put you through will be over.”


Forrester Creations

Brooke collapsed into the chair in her office at Forrester that Eric had taken from Stephanie and given to back to her. The office had been recorded in darker hues that were stunning with classic yet elegant tones. Yet, she found no satisfaction of winning the latest war on Stephanie when her lie had been exposed. Although Eric had filed for divorce and Ridge was no longer speaking to the woman. Brooke had had another grueling long and hard day at work. Lately, all she had been doing was working. A long time ago that would have made her happy to keep busy and forget her sorrow but not now. She missed the life she used to have. Grimacing, she forced her mind away from thoughts that were certainly self-destructive. Her life had changed four months ago. Since the night she realized that she had spent her entire lifetime loving a man who simply would never put her first. It had been the biggest heartache of her life as well as sobering. Brooke had realized that if she didn’t love or respect herself then nobody would. She had done the one thing she never thought she’d do, let Ridge go. She had given him back her wedding band that she had cherished so and let go of a marriage that had meant the world to her. Ridge, on the other had waffled just as he always did asking for more time. But she had given him none. If she and their children weren’t enough then Taylor could have him. Ridge, though he tried on many time to reconnect using their connection of the past and their son RJ and Hope, was no longer an issue in her life. Yes, he pulled those strings but she pushed the hurt away and pretended he wasn’t there. Life was often unfair and cruel. She had learned that the hard way. What however was ironic was that lately Ridge and Taylor’s marriage was falling apart. “ It’s because of you Logan.” Ridge had told her one night, after she had been avoiding him. “ I still love you.” Brooke wanted Ridge to do nothing but choke on his love.
“ You made a decision.” She had told him. “ I wanted to be a mother to your children, a wife to you but you chose Taylor.”
He had only looked at her with sad eyes.
“ I didn’t really choose. You didn’t give me enough time. If you would have..”
“ Don’t do this Ridge.” She interrupted him pissed off that he’d blame her for this situation. “ You made a choice, like it or not. I made stupid excuses for you when you married Taylor without having the decency to tell me. Or when you slept with her in our marital bed with my things hanging in the closet. You walked out on me and our children. So, please I don’t want to talk about your marital problems or your wife. You married her now deal with it. The only thing you and I are going to discuss only business and our children.” She said calmly masking the feeling she felt inside. “ Oh, my personal life is none of your business, by the way.” She stated when he started to question if she were involved with Dante who was living at her house, since Bridget had asked when Eric moved out of Stephanie’s or Hector who had taken both her and Hope and RJ to the movies the other night.
“ You love me Logan.” He said with total arrogance trying to caress her hair. “ I know it. It’s okay to love me. You always have and always will.” He had reached out to touch her. She had moved out of his way, away from his touch.
“ You think too much of yourself. Things change Ridge.” She had walked out of the office leaving him stunned went into her office and cried her heart out. She’d never let him see how much he had hurt her. She also decided that no matter how things turned out with he and Taylor that she wouldn’t go back again. Ridge had made his decision, now he would have to deal with it, after asll she had to.

Brooke picked up a picture of her, Hope and RJ. They were her life. She had to keep moving on because of them. That meant not falling for anymore waffling that Ridge was doing. Oh, and he was doing that all right. He found little ways to try to be alone with her. However she ignored him. His marriage was on the rocks. Taylor had stupidly thought that she was nothing but a mere infatuation that Brooke’s memory and the memory of her children would be erased. But it wasn’t. Ridge had moved out after another big argument from her. Funny but it was Taylor’s own children who had told her the truth when they had come to visit Hope in the hospital. Hope had been in an accident in the hot tub when Dante and Nick had been fighting over Bridget. It had been touch and go and Brooke had been furious with Nick. However, she had forgiven him realizing that she was spending way too much time with her ex and had inadvertently caused her daughter stress. She loved Nick, but only as a dear old friend. If she hadn’ t been so hung up on Ridge, Nick and her might have worked. She had told Nick that. She had also seen the longing in his eyes and opted to take a trip with her children alone to give Nick and Bridget the time that she needed. There was no way that she’d ever betray her daughter again. Hope was an ever-persistent reminder of what she had done with Deacon. Though, Brooke wondered why her daughter would choose to get involved with another man who loved her.

She then picked up an old photo of her with the twins and Thomas that sat beside a picture of Rick and Bridget. No more pictures of her and Ridge. Just her children. Brooke had continued a very good relationship with Taylor’s children much to Taylor’s chagrin. It had been Brooke who had bought Steffy home when she and Taylor had fight and the girl had run to her. Amazingly Thomas, who had defended his mother, now had come to realize that Taylor was living in the past, and Ridge wasn’t the same. Ridge, Thomas had told her over lunch the week before, was suffering. Good for him. Although she and Ridge weren’t relating well, Ridge was a good father to RJ and Hope whom he visited only when Brooke wasn’t around. The wound was still too deep. Ridge had tried to use the children to get close to her. Brooke wouldn’t allow that to happen. Though she was pleased that Thomas and the twins still came by to spend time with the children.
“ We miss you Brooke.” Steffy had whispered with sad eyes. “ It’s not that we don’t love mom. We do but. It’s strange having her around. She keeps treating us like we are little kids.”
“ Not like you Brooke.” Phoebe had stated. “ You are easy to talk to.”
Brooke had been uncomfortable. “ Give her time.” She had said gently not want to get in the middle of the battle.
“ It’s just not fair.” Phoebe had looked at her with regret. “ We really didn’t want you to go. We just thought….”
“ You wanted your family back together.” Brooke said quietly masking her own hurt. “ It’s okay. I know that you love your brother and sister.”
“ We love you too.” Phoebe shook her head. “ Nothings the same. We go from having you, dad, Rj and Hope to having just her. No dad. No you. No brothers and sisters. I just wish that …”
“No” Brooke said gently cutting her off. “ We can’t go back.”
“ He still loves you. He misses you.”
“ No. I’m sorry. “ Brooke shook her head. “ You say this now but down the line you would have end up hating me and your brother and sister because your mother would have been hurt.”
“ He doesn’t love her the way that he loves you.” Steffy said. “ We can see it. They don’t have a marriage anymore. We were living in the past.”
“ Give your mother time. She went through a lot. No matter what happens between her and your father. She loves you.” Brooke took the girls’ hands. “Remember that. Also remember that I love you too. I will always be here for you.”
Tears filled Steffy’s eyes. “ I’m so sorry.”
Brooke own eyes teared up. “ I’m am too. But life has a way of going on.” She had told them. And, it did. Brooke was now co-CEO of Forrester at 43 years old raising a precious 5year-old who was so delightful and a wonderful 1 year old son on her own. She had scores of money, was beautiful hardly looking her age. Surprisingly enough she also had public opinion on her side. Many who had once scored her as a homewreacking slut now felt pity for her and her children being pushed aside by Taylor. Of course, some people like Stephanie thought that she was getting her just deserts. Other, in the business community, embraced her. Forrester was starting to recoup their losses, much because of her innovative ideas. Ridge was designing again. Brooke’s Bedroom Line was up and running and Brooke had brokered a new idea for a new shoe line. Other fashion houses had done the same thing with signature line. Both Eric and Ridge agreed that it would be named the Forrester shoe collection. The very stylish, high priced shoes for women. They had just hired a new designer for their shoe line, Marquis Gregory who was magnificent to say the least. He was young, innovative and very handsome with his young Colin Ferrell looks. Brooke suspected he was also gay but that was none of her business. He was energetic. Surprising herself, she had come up with a few ideas for the shoes, which he captured magnificently. So, yes, business was going well.

Yet she was by herself. And, for the first time in her life, she had no man in her life. Eric, bless his heart, had asked her to marry him. She had had the good sense to turn him down. Right now, he was happily involved with Jackie with her blessing and Stephanie’s fury. Ridge had been wrong, as usual, about both Dante and Hector. Dante who had started to work at Forrester was in love with her daughter. Unfortunately, Bridget didn’t feel the same way. She and Nick had been married on a quiet, yet lovely ceremony on one of Massimo’s yacht and was honeymooning in Greece. Hector, god bless him, was nothing more than a good friend who wanted to punch Ridge’s lights out for abandoning his family. Now being alone didn’t mean that she didn’t get offers. Hell, she had gotten plenty of them the last few months. But Brooke didn’t need a man to define herself. She also didn’t need to confuse her poor daughter anymore. Hope had had enough “fathers” in her life. With Deacon gone, but calling time to time to check up on her, Hope missed him. Then there was Uncle Nick, whom Hope had attached herself thinking he was going to be her daddy until Brooke had decided not to marry him. Finally Daddy Ridge, who Hope had spent the last year with. She had missed him and still had nightmares. Seeing Ridge twice a week wasn’t enough. Nick had picked up the slack however with Bridget’s insecurities he had distanced himself. Brooke more than understood that. Brooke had decided that she wasn’t going to bring another man in her daughter or son’s lives. They had been through enough. Brooke needed herself only, not a man. It was a good feeling at times but at others she missed the comfort and damn it all to hell, she missed sex.

Brooke also had another problem besides missing sex. It had started four months ago when Ridge left. Brooke had started getting letters. Some had been the usual stuff she had been getting for years. Some people loved her, others hated her. But lately, the letters from one person had scared her. He called himself his guardian angel. They had started off pretty normal. He told her of his adoration of her, how sorry he was her marriage to Ride had broken up. The normal stuff. Then he had started going on about how she needed him. How he would take good care of her. He started obsessing about “things" she supposedly did in the tabloids. He warned her away from Nick. The letters started getting too personal. Then, he had written some very sexually graphic letters telling her what he wanted to do with her. How he wanted to take her sexually, tie her up. Bind her to him. They had been frightening. It had only gotten worse when she received a letter and a photo of her and Hope showing when Brooke had picked her up at school, had fallen out. Not to mention that he had been able to send her e-mails when she had changed her e-mail address twice when she started getting messages from him. Megan had been worried and so had Hector. They had been the only two people she had told about the letters. Hector, had taken them to a police friend of his who had wanted any letters like this to start an investigation.
“ I’m sorry to tell you Miss Logan but you are a pretty popular woman. People will become fixated on you, both men and women.”
“ Are you saying that this is a woman?”
“ Could be. Just be careful. Take the time to look around. Could be that someone wants to scare you.”
Someone like Stephanie could this have been her? Brooke wasn’t sure. That wasn’t the woman’s style. Stephanie always liked to attack her from the front. Besides, she had gotten what she wanted, Brooke and Ridge’s marriage had ended. Stephanie might have lost Eric in the process but she was delusional enough to think she could get it back. Hurting Brooke had been accomplished.
“ Just be careful and let us know if anything else happens.” Lt. Parker had told her. That was when Hector has started showing up to escort Brooke from work on the days he had off. It was also why Ridge thought she was seeing him.

Brooke sighed. Ridge, was a fool. Turning her attention back to her work. She finished going over the proposed budget for her shoe line when the time slipped by. It was nearly 11:30 when she finished. It was late and once again she hadn’t been there to tuck poor Hope into bed. She was starting to believe that she was a rotten mother. She normally called down to security to have them walk her to her car but it was late. She picked up her purse, brief case with sketches of some of the shoes for their line and put the in the portfolio folder. She had planned to take the new few days off and spend time with her kids. Brooke took the elevator down toward the garage. She looked to find it empty; everyone else had gone home hours ago. She walked toward her car when suddenly she was grabbed from behind. Brooke tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth.
“ Give me your walled and your jewelry.” Brooke was wearing a fashionable black spaghetti strapped dress with a diagonal hemline. She has worn a simple diamond necklace and matching earrings. A knife pressed against her throat. Fear and panic set it.
“ Okay.” She whispered. She dropped her purse. “ Take the purse money is in there and credit cards."
She took off her diamond watch with shaky hands. “Just let me get my watch.”
“ Oh no.” He held her so tight. His hands began to travel down toward her breast. He squeezed her right breast hard. Brooke paniced.
“ My watch.”
“ No sweetheart. I want something else besides the watch.”
“ No. Please.” Brooke gasped. He threw her forward. Brooke’s heal caught with the other and she tripped hard falling to the ground. Her head hit the concrete floor and she blacked out.

Brooke slowly came to. Her head hurt and she was nauseous. Where was she? She tried to sit up. Her stomach recoiled and she threw up. Her dinner of roasted salmon and green beans came up. After retching she wiped her mouth. Brooke felt something sticky on her hand and mouth. As she noticed her dress was torn and her breast was exposed. Brooke painfully looked down. It was blood. Blood covered her entire hand. She turned slowly afraid of what she might find. There in the Forrester Parking Lot was a river of blood that ran from the dead body of a man dressed in black. Brooke opened her mouth and screamed.

Lincoln Winslow was finishing off s plate of Mongolian Beef when his partner came to sit down at the table they had shared at P.F Chans Asian Bistro. She had the crispy honey chicken. “ Hey” He looked up from his brown rice. “ You don’t want the rest of this chicken?”
“No.” You better finish it, fast. We’ve got to go.”
“ Where? Our case here is up. Fernell’s protective custody and Berrette’s in jail where he belongs. We head back to Washington.”
“ Not anymore.” Aimes said. Charlene Aimes a striking redhead sat down across from Linc, as called him. “ We are off to Cedars Hospital here in L.A.”
Lincoln pushed his plate away. “ What’s up?”
“ There was an attempted robbery and rape of a woman.”
“ So, what do we have to do with it?”
“ Apparently, the woman was saved when someone killed her assailant.”
Linc’s gray eyes found Ames blue ones. “ Good one less scum sucker on the earth.” He took a sip of his ice tea. “Again, what does t have to do with us?”
“ The person who took out her assailant slit the assailant throat cutting him quickly slicing through the clavicle vein. He also left a calling card, calling himself The Guardian Angel.”
Linc’s stormy eyes turned dark, food long forgotten. “ He’s back.” He grabbed his leather jacket before he threw some bills on the table.
Aimes nodded. “ He’s targeted Brooke Logan Forrester.”

The plane touched down. Linc was tired, he hated flying, and it still made him sick to his stomach. Aimes glanced at him, gave him a cold bottle of water as they headed toward the car. “ Thanks.”
“ You’re welcome.” She never mentioned his condition to him. Motion sickness or not, Linc was one hell of partner. A car was waiting. They traveled toward Cedar’s hospital.
“So. Did you read the file.” Aimes asked. Her partner had been quiet all during the flight. Wrapped up in the case. Right now, Aimes knew that Linc would be very interested because The Guardian Angel was the one who got away.
“ Yes.” He stared out of the window.
“ Brooke Logan. She’s high profile.”
“ I know all about the woman. The woman who single handedly worked her way through the Forrester family marrying both the son and the father. Her lingere line, is not only sexy but expensive.”
“ You tried buying some for Trisha?” Aimes asked.
“ A single bra was over 300 dollars.”
“ Don’t I know it. I’ve been in only one of those stores. Too rich for my blood.”
Like you need them Aimes. Aimes was a beauty. Because of the business they were in, she often wore dark colors and stanchy suits, alone with sensible shoes. But, when they were off duty, she let that red hair of hers down, put her curves body in jeans and a shirt, Aimes was a knock out.
“ It looks like the GA, has found someone else to obsessive about.”
“He sure picked the right woman. With those sexy short skirts, killer outfits and stories in the tabloids about her sexual exploits. The woman is one hell of a target.”

Brooke Logan felt dirty, smelly and soiled. Her head had struck the ground causing her the need three stitches. She also sprained her wrist, needing a sling. The doctor’s had diagnosed her with a concussion. But that was what was bothering her. It was seeing that body. A man throat slashed so deeply that his head had almost been taken off. It had been a violent death. What scared her even more was that, according to the police, there was a note addressed to her. It had been from her Guardian Angel claiming to have protected her from her assailant. Her so called Guardian Angel had killed a man in cold blood and pinned a note to her dress. Brooke’s body started to shake at the thought.

Linc walked into the busy hospital. He headed toward the information center. “ I’m Federal Agent Winslow. I need to find the room Brooke Logan Forrester resides in.” The nurse looked at the handsome FBI agent. He was certainly a hottie. His hair was cut short, the sides had begun to gray a little but that only made him look sexier than he did in his dark black shirt, and jeans. He didn’t look like a federal agent. The man was handsome and sexy with the capital H. And his deep voice caused shivers to go down his spine. “ Right this way.” She sashayed down the hall. Linc grinned. Nurses were sexy. But, down, boy. He wasn’t here to get laid, he was there to catch the killer that got away before.

Brooke sat in her hospital room. Megan had gone down the hall to get her some more ice while Eric had been talking to the police outside. She missed her children, waiting to see them but after the parade of police officers she was afraid that she wasn’t going to get to see her children. Right now, Katherine was watching them, thank god. Rick and Bridget had been called. Brooke was upset, the last thing she wanted was her children to be pulled away from their busy lives just to come to her aid. She didn’t want to frighten them the way she had been frightened. And Brooke was very afraid. The door to her hospital room opened. Brooke expected her sister Donna who Eric stated was on her way. Instead a man stepped in. Brooke’s eyes widened with surprise. It couldn’t be, but it was.
“Hello Brooke.” The handsome man said. “ It’s been a long time.”
Brooke’s mouth fell open. It took a moment for her to speak.“ Lincoln what are you doing here?”
He looked at her. Her hair was stringy. She looked tired, had a nasty gash on her the right side of her head, a sling on her arm. Yet, after all of these years, the woman was still one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Desire that he had always had for her hit him. He, however pushed that aside. He was here for business. Besides Brooke was the last person he ever wanted to get tangled up with again.“ I’m here to catch a killer. I’m going to need your help.”

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