The sky opened wide, and the rain poured down so hard, she was having trouble seeing the road in front of her. Even with the windshield wipers on high, they weren’t moving fast enough to keep up with the flow of the rain. Water pooled on the roadways making her tires jerk to and fro. She loved the rain, but hated driving in it.

Her thoughts went to Jax as they’d frequently been doing for the past few weeks. She knew it was only a job, but she couldn’t stop thinking of him. Ever since they’d spent the night together, she couldn’t stop thinking of how strong his hands felt against her skin, how big and hard his cock was as he slipped it inside her. Just how much she’d enjoyed having his lips pressed against hers, his fingers touching…

WHAM! Her head reeled back as she rear ended the car ahead of her. Immediately, cars began honking as she sat, shaken, clutching the steering wheel. The air bag exploded burning her arms.

Suddenly, she was surrounded by emergency personnel pounding on her car door screaming at her to roll down the window. Rain pelted them as she turned to stare at them not comprehending what was going on.

Finally, a policeman pulled on her car door and it flew open.

“Miss, what happened here? Are you okay?”

Still holding the wheel in a death grip, she slowly nodded. The blood seemed to have pooled at her lower extremities making it hard to think.

“Miss, what’s your name?”

“Sarah,” she whispered. The wind driven rain soaked the interior of her car as the officer held open her door.

“I’m cold.” She offered as she gazed up at him. He was young and good looking with a dark goatee just like Jax.

“Let’s get you out of the car. There’s an ambulance over there.”

“I’m okay. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

He unbuckled her seat belt as she grabbed her purse. Another officer came over carrying a large black umbrella. She stood beneath the umbrella as they walked over to the ambulance. The EMT helped her inside as the officer hopped in beside her.

“Lay down on the stretcher.” The EMT directed.

As she laid back, the officer questioned her.

“Why were you driving so fast?”

“Fast? What are you talking about?”

“Several witnesses said that you came out of nowhere, speeding, and slammed into the back of that minivan.”

She struggled to recall what had happened. None of that made sense.

“I don’t remember speeding. It was raining and I was having a hard time seeing the road. I guess I just didn’t see the van stopped in front of me.”

The officer nodded as they both looked out at the still pouring rain. The EMT strapped a blood pressure cuff on her arm.

“Miss, from all the evidence I’ve gathered, I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a ticket.”

The EMT brushed his fingers across her forehead. A dreadful pain shot across her head.

“Ow, that hurts!” She cried out.

“Disorientation, slight bruising to the forehead. Maybe a mild concussion. We’ll take her in for observation.” The EMT spoke to the officer.

“I’m not going to any hospital! I’m fine.” She tried sitting up, but an extreme bout of dizziness caused her to fall back on the stretcher.

Seeing her pain, the officer smiled at her and stepped out of the ambulance.

“Just take care, miss and drive more carefully.”

* * *

Slamming his laptop down in disgust, he poured himself a drink. Maybe a stiff drink would help him overcome his writer’s block. A week had gone by and he’d only written a few thousand words. The room was stuffy, so he walked over to the window to let some fresh air inside. As soon as the window was opened, cool air poured into the room. He inhaled deeply. Jessica had been hounding him about the progress of the manuscript. She was the greatest publicist in the business, but she had no idea how difficult writing could be at times.

Sighing, he collapsed in his favorite chair casting a hateful glance at his empty screen. No one except fellow authors knew just how hard it was to come up with new material every few months. Readers were wonderful, but voracious. They devoured each new novel like starved children. He loved how much his work was appreciated and adored, but the pressure could be overwhelming at times. The writing community could be very supportive and understanding, but extremely competitive and vicious as well. Authors were a strange breed for there was the camaraderie of a shared passion and profession, but there was also vicious backstabbing and gossip that readers just weren’t privy to.

Before he could pick up where he left off, his phone buzzed.

Do you need some inspiration?

He studied the phone number. Who was it?

I can help you.

Then a link to a video appeared.

Clicking on it, he nearly fell out of his chair as he saw Sarah pushing a blue vibrator in and out of her hot pussy. He watched mesmerized as the object disappeared deep inside her. She moaned as she fucked herself harder and harder. Immediately, he clicked out of the video.

Did that help?

As attracted as he’d been to her initially, her video left him unnerved. Suddenly, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was as if she were watching him. He jumped up and looked out the window. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on. The neighbor’s cat had jumped the fence and was sitting on his patio chair licking herself. The birds were chirping as the trees swayed lightly in the wind. The sun was obscured by clouds making the sky overcast.

But nothing that struck him as odd.

Going to the door, he double checked that it was locked. He poured himself a glass of scotch and tried to calm his nerves. It was just a video, he told himself. No harm done.

Was this all part of the plan?