The Fangirl’s Dream
by Fierce Dolan
Siler Dunham would do anything to have Farraj Reza, hero of the smash network TV drama, Every week she tunes in to watch him calculate the rescue of fellow bus crash survivors trapped deep in the jungle by a ruthless drug lord. A federal public defender with a penchant for saving the unsavable, she can’t resist his sad story, or his badass charm. When she seeks a matchmaking service to meet him, their one night stand isn’t what she expected. Forced to choose between unbridled lust and compassion, Siler must forgo her fantasy… or mustn’t she?
His lashes fluttered, then his eyes widened. The gun didn’t waver. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“I’m here for you, Farraj, or whatever your name is. I came to meet you. You know—”
He pressed the gun into her neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hawa’a. That’s it right, what I’m supposed to say—some kind of watch word?”
Jaw clenched, his cheek twitched and she imagined feeling it under her lips. “Who told you that word?”
Balancing on her knees with her arms raised in surrender, she toppled onto her bottom. Grit clung to the back of her legs. “Madame Eve, the woman who arranged our meeting. She told me to say Hawa’a, first thing.”
As much as her restricted movement allowed, she looked around. Tiny beach. Palm trees. Crystal clear water.
Annoyed, Siler nudged the gun back with her elbow and stood, brushing sand from her bottom and smoothing her wilting skirt. Sweat beaded her brow, and her carefully disheveled tresses cascaded in limp curls over her shoulders.
“What is this?” Knuckles bracing her hips, she glared down the lowered barrel. “This is what I asked for. What the fuck? Is this some kind of joke?”
Disappointment rolled in her stomach and tears stung her eyes. p to one side then the other. The only evident path lay behind him. She would have to pass him, and the shotgun.“You know what? Let’s just forget this whole ‘one-night’ thing, and I’ll go home.” Palms up, she took a ste
Erotic mezzofiction writer, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn’t hurt. For kicks Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese Tamagotchi.
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