Dragons of Drakkon-Three Book Collection

'The Rape'

My Hero came like a knight in shining armor. Only he wore a black leather jacket and rode a black Harley.

A friend had set me up on a blind date and, from the beginning, everything went wrong. When I first opened the front door to my apartment and saw him, I felt uncomfortable. Especially when he suddenly hugged me and patted my ass and commented on my breast size and nice ass...um wow, nice first impression.

What was my friend thinking?

And then during dinner, there were more red flags that I should have listened to. Such as how ungentlemanly he was. Among the list of offenses, one I should have paid more attention to, was how he treated the waitress. He was rude to the waitress and when I say rude, he was vulgar, making sexual remarks and swatting her ass every chance he got.

As we left the restaurant and began to walk, he dragged me into a dark alley and slammed me against a wall in the dark shadows. He then began to force himself on me. He had placed his hand over my mouth to stifle my screams. He hiked up my dress and ripped off my panties and while he kept one hand over my mouth, he undoes his pants and pulls them down, all the while sneering at me.

"You know you will like this. And you want it as much as I do." He growled as he pushed his dick into me dry, it was so painful tears fell from my eyes. I kept trying to fight him off, only it seemed to excite him more. "I love how you. Fight me." He kept saying with every hard thrust inside me. The pain was excruciating, and he only kept going and going until he came inside of me. As he came, his hand slid partway off my mouth in his relief just enough that I could scream with all my might.

I'm not sure what happened. It all happened so fast. I heard a motorcycle and my umm, date growled and punched me hard on the temple with his fist before getting up, and calling me the B-word. He pulled his pants up as he ran away, nearly tripping in the process. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I sat against the wall feeling the wetness of my blood running down my face. I guess I was cut when he punched me. I slowly opened my eyes to see a man's feet walking closer in front of me wearing shiny black boots. I slowly looked up to see what my rescuer looked like, except he wore a helmet that left only his eyes showing. All I could see were his concerned blue eyes looking down at me before everything went black.

Gabriel (POV)

Three months later

I'm sitting at the head of the table in my conference room, beside an important client. He's listening intently to a presentation from my top marketing agent explaining a new ad idea for his product. I look over to watch the client's expression as Tom explains his idea. So far, the client seems impressed, which is great for my company; 'Spencer's Ad Agency'. My company is the largest in the world. I have clients from all over seeking me out to create ads for their products.

When Tom finished, he looked from me to the client and asked, "What did you think?"

I watched as the client slowly, very slowly began to nod his head. "I like it. It will draw attention to the masses of people, which is what I want."

"I agree." I began, "Which is why I approved Mr. Cleary to present it to you."

"Well, I am hugely impressed with this agency and all the challenging work you all put into my products. So," He stands up and turns to me as I rise. "I leave my products and my good name in your hands." He holds his hand out and I take it and shake it. He then turns to Tom. "Mr. Cleary, Keep up the excellent work." He shakes Tom's hand.

"Yes, sir and thank you."

After the client leaves Tom turns towards me and smiles. "That went well."

I chuckle, "Did you have any doubts?"

Tom has been with me since day one of the company's launch a decade ago, and my friend since. He was fresh out of college, and I saw his potential early on, convincing him to join my company. We quickly grew to become the number one sought out ad agency. I have more marketing agents than I can count, Tom being my top man. With us being a multi-billion-dollar company, we have clients from all over the world.

"With Mr. Chan being our biggest client, I wouldn't have trusted anyone else with his account. Excellent job Tom."

I could see Tom beaming at the compliment. He looked up at me rubbing the back of his neck, he seemed to do that when he had something on his mind.

"What is it, Tom?"

"What do you mean?"

"After ten years, I know when something is on your mind."

"Umm yeah, okay here it is. My sister has this friend who happens to be having a tough time with things. I was hoping to offer her the receptionist position since it has yet to be filled since Arlene left."

I grinned, "Your sister asked you to ask me, didn't she?"

He nods.

I sigh, "Does she have any experience?"

"According to my sister, yes she does. The company she worked for went belly up and doors closed leaving her without a job. My sister tells me she needs this job. I told her I would ask, but no guarantees."

"Does she have a resume I can look at?"

"My sister gave me one this morning. I placed it on your desk before coming here."

I nod, "Alight I will take a look at it. If she is qualified, you can interview her. I will leave the rest to your discretion. I trust your opinion." Before I leave, I turn back to him and say, "Oh, and tell Sarah I said hello."

"I will," he smiled as I left to head to my office.

As I got to my office door I looked over at the empty desk where my receptionist used to sit before leaving my company. Her husband's job transferred him to another state, so she gave me a two-week notice and I have been in search of a new receptionist since. I opened my door and walked in and sat down on my chair picking up the resume and looking it over. I made a few phone calls to her old employers who couldn't stop talking about what a great receptionist she was and how they regret losing her as well as their business. All seems to be in order. I called Tom and told him he could call her in for the interview. He said he will get right on it. Normally we have people who do the hiring and interviews, but this is a favor for my best friend's sister. And this woman does have the experience and I desperately need a new receptionist so why not.

With that done I lean back and close my eyes and my mind goes to a certain night three months ago. I was riding my Harley back from having dinner with Tom and his sister's family when I heard a woman's scream. It was nearing late night and the alley the scream originated. It was pitch black so when my headlight pierced the darkness as I turned in, what I saw angered me. A man was atop of a woman. As he was getting up, he smashed his fist to her head before taking off while pulling his pants up. I would have run after him but seeing the woman dazed with blood running down her face became my focal point. I looked down at her and she looked up at me with such piercing green eyes I will never forget before she passed out.

I carefully picked up the woman and rushed her to the hospital on my bike. Holding her tight against my chest in front of me as I rode my bike. The feel of her against me is a feeling I will never forget. She was petite, not very tall and her long auburn red hair smelt of roses and I could smell the scent of the rape upon her. As I rode my bike with her cradled in one arm. I would look down and study her face every chance I got. She was not incredibly beautiful. Some might say she was rather plain but there was something different about her. Her full lips looked kissable and soft, but I fought the urge to do so. Since that day it was her eyes, I will never forget it is burned into my memory. The way she looked up at me before losing consciousness I knew I had to care for her.

I drove her to the hospital and rushed in with her in my arms. Once she was laid upon a gurney and tended to, I slipped away to never see her again.

I took a deep breath clearing my mind from the past and the woman and continued my work on the computer. My cell went off and I looked down to see a video call from my brother Mitchell. I hit accept and his ecstatic smiling face gazed up at me.

"How's it going, Brother?"

I nod, "Going good."

"How's the search for a new receptionist going?" Mitch asked.

"I may have found one that sounds like a good replacement for Arlene. I won't know for sure until after her interview tomorrow."

"Let's hope she is good-looking with a great body" Mitch is always the playboy. I rolled his eyes.

"That is just like you, Mitch. Thinking with your dick."

"Hey, one of us has to. You haven't dated in a few years. When was the last time you got laid?"

"That is none of your business, bro and what I do with my life and who I date is my business. Just because I don't go chasing anything with a skirt."

Mitch chuckled, "Well it's been nice being surrounded by so many women here. You know back home women are scarce. Therefore, we decided to come here to Earth."

"Shhhh." I shushed him. "Not so loud, bro. We don't need a worldwide panic on this planet. You know they haven't been visited yet by other worlds. We came in secret to begin a new life and find the right brides for us."

"I know but there are just so many to choose from."

"Just don't jump the gun and choose poorly. Our lives and species depend on us and this mission no matter how long it takes." I remind him.

"I know, I know. How is the true search coming along for you?"

"I will know her when I find her. I am sure it will have something to do with her scent. I know I have read that somewhere on the ship." My thought went to a pair of green eyes.

"I hope for your sake and ours that it is true, Gabe."

We finished our talk, and I went back to work thinking about the conversation with Mitchell. I am positive I will know her when the time is right. Just because his one brother likes to play the field doesn't mean I have to. I desire to find that one special woman. I know I will know her scent and it will call to me. I just need to wait. For now, I will focus on my work and forget about that conversation with my brother.

The next day I got to work earlier than normal. I really do miss Arlene and how she would bring me my coffee and a danish. This morning I stopped by and grabbed a coffee to go. As the morning wore on, I suddenly stopped typing on my computer and sniffed. I couldn't pinpoint the smell I was smelling but it was familiar. That's the one thing about my kind. We have a sense of smell. This smell could be anywhere in this twenty-something-story building. I lean back in my chair, closed my eyes. Sniffing the air again trying to identify the smell. Whatever it is? It seems to be calling to me. It's a sweet, floral smell. A smell that makes my inner dragon thrum. I can't seem to stop sniffing the air. My eyes suddenly open as I realize it is getting stronger. Like it is getting closer. I listened and could hear Tom talking to someone coming off the elevator. Which happens to be on the other side of the building. Another perk of a dragon. Great hearing.

It sounds like Tom is speaking to a woman as I could barely hear her soft voice answering his questions and making Tom laugh. This must be the woman he interviewed for the receptionist position. He must have hired her and is bringing her my way for the introductions. It must be her scent that is enticing me so much. This could be what I was speaking to my brother about. She could be the one who is meant for me, to be my mate. Yet why is her scent so familiar? I stood and braced myself for the knock on my door and the introduction. As soon as I heard the knock my heart began to race. That enticing scent is so sweet and succulent. I took a deep breath and said, "Come in."

As the door opened, I was hit with that succulent aroma that made me catch my breath. Tom entered first, then a small framed auburn-haired woman entered after. She first looked around then her eyes focused on me. Green eyes. The eyes that kept haunting my dreams. The same woman I rescued that night three months ago. And she was standing before me in my office. As her eyes landed on me her eyes widened in surprise then took a deep breath and composed herself.

"Gabriel, this is Alana Thomson. Your new assistant and receptionist."

"Miss Thomson," I said, extending my hand out as she took it in hers. I couldn't help but notice how soft and small it was compared to my large hands.

"Mr. Spencer, a pleasure." She smiled, an act that didn't completely reach her eyes. And is that fear behind them? I imagine what she had been through three months ago must still haunt her dreams.

I am already feeling a strong need to protect her, but from what? I don't know. As she stands here before me, I realized she isn't as plain as I first believed. She is quite stunning in fact. And her strong enticing smell. "Welcome aboard," I say with a smile.

Alana (POV)

The moment I saw Gabriel Spencer, I was surprised. I hadn't expected a young CEO. To be honest I was expecting someone middle-aged. But he is not. He is tall well over six feet, handsome, and well-built like a bodybuilder. This isn't my idea of how an owner of a multi-Billion-dollar company should look. His looks nearly take my breath away. And his eyes, are so blue and when he looks at me, I can feel my heart beat faster making me breathless.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." I began, "You have no idea how much I need this job."

"I am happy to finally have a receptionist again." He smiled at me, and I noticed the dimples on his handsome face, almost giving him a boyish appearance. I find myself smiling back. A real smile this time, which surprises me. I had not felt like smiling for a long time. Not since that night three months ago and especially not since I found out I was pregnant. Of course, I intend to keep the child; after all, it is innocent in all this. So, I don't have blame for the baby, I blame the man who did this to me. He seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. The police have not been able to find him. And for the last month, I have been having this feeling as if I am being watched. However, I know that must be my nerves playing games with me.

Growing up, my parents had always struggled to stay afloat. My father worked two jobs to support us. He did the best he could, and I loved my parents for showing me so much love. After high school, I worked in a diner to pay my way through college so that I could have a career. And take that burden off my parents. I originally took a business course, but after graduation, I could only find a job as a receptionist. It paid well and it had a great medical and dental plan, and I was able to finally afford a place of my own. Then a couple of years back both my parents died in a fiery car crash. I was devastated. The drunk driver that caused the crash was convicted and sent to prison on manslaughter charges. The company I worked for was great and let me have some time off for grievance time with pay. I stayed with the company for five years until it went bankrupt. So now, I was three months pregnant with no means to support my baby and no emotional support from my parents. Until one day at lunch with my friend Sarah, who happened to tell me of an opening where her brother worked.

Now I am standing here renewed with hope for my future and that of my baby's future. Things were finally looking up.

Looking up at Gabriel Spencer's blue eyes made me think of my rescuer that night. I was told he took me to the nearest hospital and disappeared. Then I find my hospital bill was mysteriously paid in full, which makes me believe it was my mystery knight-in-shining-armor. Who else could it have been?

"Well," Tom began with a sigh, "Since you two seem to be getting along, I will take my leave as I still have work waiting for me on my desk to do."

"Go ahead." Gabriel said, "I will show Miss Thomson her desk and help her settle in."

"You mean I start work today? Right now?" I asked in surprise as I had just had my interview today.

Gabriel smiled at me, "Have anything better to do today? I need you to start today if that is alright with you?"

I gaped at him, mouth open before quickly closing it, "Oh, of course. No, I have nothing planned today. Just surprised."

He opened the door that Tom walked out of a few moments earlier and ushered me out, with him following behind me.

I walked over to the large desk outside his office door and turned my head to look up at him. "Sit, try it out?" He said, so I did. The chair was wonderfully comfortable and well-cushioned. More so than the last desk chair of the last job I worked.

"Wow," I said, taking my hands and rubbing the oak desk before me. "This is nice." I looked over at him and smiled.

He walked to the other side of the desk and opened a flat sliding drawer. Taped to it seems to be what looked like a password. "This is the password to log onto the computer." He said as I nodded my response. He then pointed at a door close to the main entrance. "That is the restroom. And," He pointed towards an area on the other side of the cubicles. "That is the breakroom." Again, I nod. "In the drawers here, you will find everything you will need, pens, notepads, and such. Any questions?"

"I can't think of a thing."

He looked earnestly at me a moment before adding, "You can begin with typing out these letters that need to be sent out. The printer is behind you and the copier is in the breakroom."

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Spencer. Right away." I may have sounded overly eager, but I wanted to impress this man with my skills.

He glanced at me again before turning and walking back into his office.

I let out the breath I was holding and closed my eyes. After settling my fast-beating heart, I forced myself to relax and turned on the computer. I typed in the password and brought up the document I needed to type out the letters. But just before I could begin, I felt a tightening in my throat and a salty taste, the tell-tale sign I'm about to be ill. Morning sickness is not fun. I ran to the bathroom accidentally slamming the door in the process. I just made it just in time and heaved my guts out.

Well, there went my breakfast.

After rinsing my mouth and composing myself, I take a deep breath and open the door bumping straight into my boss. I nearly fell backward when strong hands caught me, steadying me.

"Are you alright, Miss Thomson?" He looked concerned.

I nod at him, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess I should have mentioned my pregnancy."

He looked shocked, "You are with child?"

I nod and he frowns, "And the baby's father? I mean, I assumed you were not married."

"One does not have to be married to be pregnant these days." I snapped at him, then regretted it as he is my boss and could fire me. "I am sorry. It's just," I couldn't finish the sentence. I cleared my throat. "If I overstepped my boundaries I...I will just get my purse. Thank you for your time." I began to walk to the desk to retrieve my purse.

"Where do you think you are going, Alana?"

I stopped at his mention of my first name and turned to look at him, "Am I not fired?"

"Of course not. I need you and you are the best qualified."

"And my pregnancy?"

"There is no law against my hiring a woman carrying a child."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Mr. Spencer. Thank you."

"Now if you could stop with the Mister and just call me Gabe, I believe we will work fine together."

He was saying these words, but I couldn't help but notice something more in his eyes as he looked intently at me. And it sent a thrill down my spine.