The Fight for Love (Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Kate Goldman
misinterpreted her offer for a sudden interest in him. People in the newspaper offices regularly speculated that he and Patricia were going through a tough time, but Lucie would never be interested in Adrian, married or not, he simply wasn’t her type. Dalton however…
He was pure perfection in the image she’d found of him. His muscles were flexed and he glared menacingly into the camera. He looked so fierce, so powerful. But Lucie knew what lurked beneath that hard exterior – the caring guy who’d come to a stranger’s assistance. He’d stepped in when she’d been in danger without a care for his own safety. That was the mark of a true hero and it just made Lucie want him even more.
The media pass for the fight was on her desk, brightly colored and attached to a long lanyard so that she could wear it around her neck. Lucie started to wonder what she could wear to the fight. She wanted to look both sophisticated and sexy which would be a hard combination of style to pull off at such an event. She wondered what Dalton would do when he saw her? Would he be surprised? Happy? Or annoyed? By showing up there would she look like some sort of deranged stalker?
Lucie began to feel cold. What if her plan wasn’t such a great one? What if Dalton had never actually wanted to see her again and then all of a sudden she was backstage at one of the biggest fights of his career?
“Urgh, what am I doing?” Lucie sighed and let her head fall into her hands. But she didn’t stay there long. Outside it was already growing dark and she wasn’t about to walk over to the parking garage quite as late as she had been doing.
“Color me impressed!” Deena chortled with glee as Lucie signed out while it was still light outside. “Never thought I’d see the day when you leave at a reasonable time!”
“Well,” Lucie shrugged and gave a light smile, “perhaps you made me see sense.”
“Whoever he is, I hope he’s worth it,” Deena said with a wink. Lucie laughed the comment off but her cheeks were burning as she pushed her way through the revolving main doors of the building.
***
Dalton prowled around his dressing room like a caged animal. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as his heart pounded with anticipation in his chest. He was ready for his fight. He was focused, he was prepared. But then he thought of her again. She entered his thoughts uninvited, his lips instantly tingling from the kiss they’d shared.
“Focus,” Dalton stared at his reflection in a nearby mirror. He was wearing his trademark bright red shorts which matched the shade of his gloves. This was his night, he was all lined up to win so long as he kept his focus.
The door to his dressing room opened and a man clutching a clipboard and wearing a headpiece peered inside. “They’re ready for you,” he told Dalton briskly.
Nodding, Dalton bounced on the spot and pounded his fists together. He was led away from his dressing room, down a long corridor towards the main arena. He could already hear the rumble of the eager crowd. It sounded like he was about to enter a giant beehive. He kept bouncing on the spot, keeping his energy levels high. The doors to the arena opened and he jogged out to thunderous applause. Light bulbs flashed madly around him like shooting stars as people eagerly took his picture.
Dalton had to suppress a grin when he heard the crowd chanting his name. He never smiled in the ring. He never showed any emotion. It was important to remain unreadable, it made his opponent more uneasy.
With one effortless motion Dalton swung himself up into the ring. This was where he truly belonged, where he felt most at home – with the mat beneath his feet and the gloves on his hands. Dalton had been born to be a fighter. He’d had to learn from a young age how to take a punch whenever he was unfortunate enough to have an encounter with his alcoholic father.
Life had been hard
He was pure perfection in the image she’d found of him. His muscles were flexed and he glared menacingly into the camera. He looked so fierce, so powerful. But Lucie knew what lurked beneath that hard exterior – the caring guy who’d come to a stranger’s assistance. He’d stepped in when she’d been in danger without a care for his own safety. That was the mark of a true hero and it just made Lucie want him even more.
The media pass for the fight was on her desk, brightly colored and attached to a long lanyard so that she could wear it around her neck. Lucie started to wonder what she could wear to the fight. She wanted to look both sophisticated and sexy which would be a hard combination of style to pull off at such an event. She wondered what Dalton would do when he saw her? Would he be surprised? Happy? Or annoyed? By showing up there would she look like some sort of deranged stalker?
Lucie began to feel cold. What if her plan wasn’t such a great one? What if Dalton had never actually wanted to see her again and then all of a sudden she was backstage at one of the biggest fights of his career?
“Urgh, what am I doing?” Lucie sighed and let her head fall into her hands. But she didn’t stay there long. Outside it was already growing dark and she wasn’t about to walk over to the parking garage quite as late as she had been doing.
“Color me impressed!” Deena chortled with glee as Lucie signed out while it was still light outside. “Never thought I’d see the day when you leave at a reasonable time!”
“Well,” Lucie shrugged and gave a light smile, “perhaps you made me see sense.”
“Whoever he is, I hope he’s worth it,” Deena said with a wink. Lucie laughed the comment off but her cheeks were burning as she pushed her way through the revolving main doors of the building.
***
Dalton prowled around his dressing room like a caged animal. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as his heart pounded with anticipation in his chest. He was ready for his fight. He was focused, he was prepared. But then he thought of her again. She entered his thoughts uninvited, his lips instantly tingling from the kiss they’d shared.
“Focus,” Dalton stared at his reflection in a nearby mirror. He was wearing his trademark bright red shorts which matched the shade of his gloves. This was his night, he was all lined up to win so long as he kept his focus.
The door to his dressing room opened and a man clutching a clipboard and wearing a headpiece peered inside. “They’re ready for you,” he told Dalton briskly.
Nodding, Dalton bounced on the spot and pounded his fists together. He was led away from his dressing room, down a long corridor towards the main arena. He could already hear the rumble of the eager crowd. It sounded like he was about to enter a giant beehive. He kept bouncing on the spot, keeping his energy levels high. The doors to the arena opened and he jogged out to thunderous applause. Light bulbs flashed madly around him like shooting stars as people eagerly took his picture.
Dalton had to suppress a grin when he heard the crowd chanting his name. He never smiled in the ring. He never showed any emotion. It was important to remain unreadable, it made his opponent more uneasy.
With one effortless motion Dalton swung himself up into the ring. This was where he truly belonged, where he felt most at home – with the mat beneath his feet and the gloves on his hands. Dalton had been born to be a fighter. He’d had to learn from a young age how to take a punch whenever he was unfortunate enough to have an encounter with his alcoholic father.
Life had been hard
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