A Chance Encounter

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC  
One Week Later  

Darla adjusted her posture on the lounge chair. She looked around at the private beach and home she rented for a month. She heard a dog barking in the distance. She sat up and pivoted her head; she shielded her eyes against the blazing sun.  
 
“Do folks know the definition of privacy, ooh.”  
 
A dog ran up to her and wagged its tail.  
 
“Hello there.”  
 
Darla rubbed the back of the dog’s ear.  
 
The dog licked her hand. Someone whistled.  
 
The dog turned and ran from where he traveled.  
 
Darla swung her legs over the lounge chair. She could not make out the figure walking toward her.  
 
“Dammit, I did not pass up a trip to Venice with Trina, to be invaded by a....” Her eyes traveled the length of muscled hairy legs, up to the front of a groin obscured in a pair of black swim trucks. Chest hairs sprung from every square inch. Robust muscles oozed from every region of his body.  
 
Darla stood. She did not have time to grab her sarong.  
 
“May, I help you.”  
 
“Yes, first of all. You can tell me, what are you doing here on my beach, and I assume that is your belongings in my beach front home.”  
 
“I beg your pardon. I rented this private beachfront and the beach house for a month.”  
 
Travis palmed his angular cheeks.  
 
“Isn’t it a law trespassing on private property?”  
 
“Yes, which you are.”  
 
“We can let the authorities handle this.”  
 
“Yes, we can.”  
 
Darla lifted her sarong and beach bag from off the sand, and stormed away.  
 
Travis arched his eyebrows and followed.  
 
Darla rushed over to her cell phone on the glass table, lifted it, and flipped it open. She pressed in several numbers, and placed the cell phone up to her ear.  
 
Travis ran over to his cell phone, and lifted it from off the glass table.  
 
“Yes, there seems to be a mistake. I rented out this beachfront and beach property for a month, and I even paid a quite handsome amount.”  
 
“Dr. Cabaña, there is no record for a rental reservation at that location. I do apologize; however, you are on private property.”  
 
“Yes, there is a woman at my residence who states my property was leased to her. I would like to speak to someone in charge.”  
 
“I apologize Mr. Slay, however, you know fans will say or do anything to gain entrance into your world. As a precaution, do not provoke the intruder, she may be dangerous.”  
 
Travis’ eyes meandered up the back of Darla’s legs, he gritted down on his teeth, when he settled on her derrière clothed in a black bikini bottom.  
 
“Would you like for me to alert the authorities.”  
 
Travis looked at Darla’s smooth skin, and then back down at her derrière. He liked her perfectly aligned toes.  
 
“I think I can address this personally.”  
 
“Well can you send a Ferry to come and pick me up?”  
 
Travis knew the Ferry was not available until next week.  
 
A desperate fan he thought.  A gorgeous fan at that.  
 
Darla flipped her cell phone down. She turned around.  
 
“I’m sorry; there has been a huge mistake. This island was listed on a website, for a private get-a-away.”  
 
Travis crossed his arms over his chest.  
 
“Let me guess, you booked it.”  
 
“Yes, however, it was not for this private beachfront. The time capsule was for another location in Prague. I will reimburse you for the food, and drinks I’ve consumed.”  
 
“I don’t know who you are, all I ask is you stay on the other side of my home, and do not disturb me when I’m writing, or eating at the table.”  
 
“Mr....”  
 
“It’s Mr. Slay.”  
 
“Mr. Slay, I have no intentions of interfering with your world. This is all a misunderstanding.”  
 
“Yes, they always are.” Travis walked to the steps, he turned to face her. “Please respect my privacy, my space, and my home, or the authorities will be called.”  
 
Travis mounted the glass spiral stairwell.  
 
“Talk about being rude.”  
 
Darla walked into the kitchen. The dog followed her.  
 
Travis walked into his bedroom. He entered and locked the door. He grabbed his sweat pants and sweat shirt from off the chair, and threw them on the bed.  
 
“Dammit.” He did not want to face anyone. Let anyone impress anyone.  
 
Travis walked over to the floor-to-ceiling patio window and looked out at the sun setting on the horizon. He will have to hire a personal bodyguard. Fans should not be allowed to get this fucking close to him. He turned around, walked to his bed, and snatched the clothing items up.  
 
Travis walked to the bathroom.  
 
Darla fixed herself a salad. She lifted the salad bowl and bottle of lite salad dressing from off the cooking island. She placed the items on the table, pulled a chair back, and sat.  
 
The man’s dog sat at her feet.  
 
She looked down and lifted a chuck of chicken from out her bowl. She dropped it at her feet.  
 
The dog’s mouth smothered it.  
 
“That is why dog food was invented.”  
 
Darla pivoted her head. Her eyes clashed into a pair of dark-brown brooding eyes.    
 
“I thought he may need a little encouragement for being such an obedience creature.”  
 
“Is that your answer to everything?”  
 
“If you stay obedience, then I guess you’ll find out what I will throw at you.”  
 
Travis smiled at the back of the woman’s head. He walked around the table.  
 
“I have never been interested in scraps.”  
 
Darla looked up from her salad bowl.  
 
“Excuse me.”  
 
“I advised you not to invade my space, and this kitchen is my space.”  
 
“And where do you suppose I eat?”  
 
“There is a microwave and a small dorm-style refrigerator in one of the guest’s bedroom.”  
 
“You have got to be kidding.”  
 
“No I am not. The next time, you may want to....to stalk someone, or pick another person, and dammit, stay out of my bedroom, or I will call the authorities on you.”  
 
Travis walked out the kitchen.  
 
Darla rose from her seat, and stormed after Travis. She heard him talking on his cell phone.  
 
“I would love to see you again. How about I fly out for the weekend,” the caller said.  
 
Travis turned around when he heard Darla enter the living room. He looked over her partial nudity from head to toe. He cleared his throat when his vision centered on her cleavage over-spilling the bikini top. He looked down at her flat midriff, his eyes rolled over her thighs and smooth legs. Totally provocative he thought.  
 
Darla walked to the chair, and lifted her sandals from off the carpet. She turned around and walked back into the kitchen. She placed her sandals near her chair, and then lifted her bowl from off the table; she walked over to the sink, turned on the garbage dispenser, and watched the food contents get mouthed up. She washed her bowl, and placed it on the counter-top to dry. She walked out the kitchen. She walked to the chair, lifted her sandals, and exited the kitchen.  
 
Travis watched Darla walk up the first flight of steps. He cranked his neck to get a better posterior view.  
 
“Something has come up. I will call you once I return to the states.”  
 
Travis flipped his cell phone down.  
 
Darla closed the door to one of the guest’s bedrooms.  
 
“Arrogant bastard. Just because he’s handsome, does not mean shit.”  
 
She walked over to a drawer and snatched it back. She looked down at the clothes. She itched to take her clothes out, throw them in her luggage, and leave. She walked over to the window and looked out.  
 
The roar of the ocean was the only reminder; she was not in the United States.  
 
“Why should I let him scare me away, he is the one intruding on my time.”  
 
Darla walked back over to the bed. She lifted her luggage and placed it near her closet. She opened the door and looked over the new wardrobe to declare her independence in such a beautiful country.
 
 
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