Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
After his trip down to Costa Rica, he realized it would be the ideal place to bring his fantasy to fruition. There were a number of high-end homes for rent there that had caught his eye. People who could afford to rent the exclusive villas placed a high priority on privacy, and the managers of the properties catered to that desire. One of those villas would make the perfect hideaway.
A little online research, a few phone calls and a quick return trip down had enabled him to find the perfect location—a gated villa in Peninsula Papagayo, set at the end of a private road, with a high privacy fence and gates that could only be opened electronically. He’d closed the deal on the spot, paying cash in advance. He’d stayed down there for two days, securing supplies and getting everything ready.
He’d rented the villa for the entire month. He’d been annoyed when the agent explained the once-weekly landscaping and house cleaning crews were mandatory per the owners, but he’d just have to lock her up safe and out of sight on the days they were there.
Thinking ahead, he’d driven into a seedier part of town while he’d been down there. He’d purchased a van, again for cash. It had needed some engine work, but the guy assured him it would be ready by the end of the week, and he arranged for it to be dropped off near the small airport he used when visiting the country. A quick call earlier that day had assured him the van was ready and waiting for his arrival.
His private plane was thoroughly checked, fueled and ready for flight. His luggage was already aboard, including a gear bag filled with lots of fun impact toys and restraint devices he’d bought especially with Callie in mind. She was definitely his first choice.
True, he was making some assumptions regarding whether she would show or not, but he felt pretty confident this girl was ripe for the plucking. If she bailed for some reason, he had several other potential girls lined up on various chat sites, eager to meet him in the flesh.
He could always delay his flight schedule by a few days, if necessary. Meanwhile, his route was mapped out and approved, though the manifest claimed only he would be flying that night—no passengers.
He glanced at his watch. They had three hours until takeoff, which was scheduled for ten o’clock that night. There should be plenty of time to have a nice, leisurely dinner and still get her loaded onto the plane with time to spare. It should be relatively easy to avoid notice, as no one else was scheduled to fly out of the small private airport that evening. Other than the dispatcher inside the tiny terminal, the hangar would be deserted.
He’d arrived tonight at the restaurant a half hour early to make sure he got a good parking spot. He had a table with a good view of the entrance. He took a final sip of his scotch and soda and pushed the glass away. He would need his head clear for the evening ahead.
His heart beat fast with excitement. Everything had gone according to plan, at least so far. From the minute he’d first pinged her in that chat room, the girl had taken the bait—hook, line and sinker.
He’d easily found Callie’s Facebook page, which was completely unprotected by any privacy settings. It always amazed him how many people were so cavalier about putting their entire lives up for viewing on the internet. Not that he was complaining. It certainly made his pastime of cyber-stalking easier.
Callie’s Facebook revealed she liked to hike, fish and go camping. There were lots of pictures of her looking wholesome and happy as she did outdoor, sporty things with her family and friends. No bikini shots or any decent pics of her body, but even in the flannel and jeans, he could tell she had a decent build. Back home, she had volunteered at the SPCA and taught painting and drawing to inner-city kids. Hopefully, she wasn’t one of those teetotalling goody-goodies, as that would make his first task a little more difficult, though not impossible. She was so girl-next-door-sweet and innocent. It would make the conquest that much more fun.
She had told “Diana” all about her exciting new life in Chicago. She wasn’t due to start that job of hers for over two weeks, which was all to the good. There was no significant other in her life at the moment, another good thing. Her parents and her brother, Harry, were still back in Wisconsin. Odds were, it would be a while before anyone even missed her.
And even if they did, so what? There was nothing to connect him to her.
The door opened and a young woman who had to be Callie stepped inside the restaurant. She was even prettier in person than in her photos. She was a little shorter than he’d expected—not much over five-foot three or four and maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds max. That was fine with him, as she’d be easier to carry once she was out cold.