Ravish Her Completely
Chapter One
Agata Yosef stood in the center of the Grand Hotel in Oslo, Norway. She had just finished her meeting with a group of executives. They’d signed paperwork on a merger with her US based company, and although she’d just arrived earlier today, was suffering from jetlag, and had the desire to just sleep the day away, she had been forced to make sure everything was settled concerning business.
Although most of the documents had been signed electronically, it was imperative that these final ones be notarized and taken directly to the officials so they could be filed. So she’d been tasked to come over here and handle the business, and what she did with her remaining time was her choice.
She was only in Norway and on this business trip for another day, and although she could have slept in her hotel room for the rest of her trip, she wanted to check out the fall festival that was happening in the small, secluded town of Adgnabrok, which was only a few hours away. It happened once a year, and this was the only time she’d be able to experience it. With her family’s Scandinavian ancestry, she’d jumped at the chance to come on this trip and experience some of her bloodline’s history.
She might be tired, but tonight she’d be enjoying herself. Sleep was overrated anyway, especially when she was in this incredible country. Heck, she even thought about finding her a hunky, blond haired, blue eyed man that could help her brush up on her Norwegian.
She knew enough of the language to get her through minimal, daily conversation, had studied it in school for the sole purpose of having this feeling of being connected with that part of her. It had been one of the reasons she’d been chosen to come here, because she’d been able to communicate in their business partners’ native tongue, and her boss had seen how hard she’d been working to start going on these trips. She’d worked her ass off, and this was the first step to her really making her stamp at her company.
She stared at all of the people moving in and out of the hotel, looked beyond the glass doors at the city just at her fingertips, and wanted so desperately to explore. But the festival wasn’t until later this evening, and although it was several hours off, she was going to board the train that could take her there.
As soon as she’d stepped off the plane she’d felt something move through her, like a ripple when a rock was dropped into a pool of water. It was strange, so very strange that she’d tried to shake it off. Energy had moved through her, as if stepping into this Nordic land had awakened something inside of her.
It sounded so foolish when she thought of it that way, but it was the truth. Maybe it was the fact she had no one in this world, had no kin that could give her the answers she had always sought. Being adopted when she was very young, she didn’t know much about her birth parents. Until she’d found her permanent home she’d jumped from foster homes. That had proved disheartening.
The only thing she’d learned about her biological parents was that her mother had been young when she had Agata, her father older. Her mother had been American, whereas her father had been Scandinavian. But they’d died, the details of their death not told to Agata.
She wasn’t such a fool as to think she’d find out more than the adoption agency or the genealogy tests she’d done could provide. This was a big world, and her hopes of finding a place where she belonged, where she’d come from, were pretty slim.
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The small, almost folk inspired town of Adgnabrok seemed like she’d stepped off the train into a time that was long gone. The outfits, stands, even the foods right in front of her looked as though she was transported back to where life was much simpler ... in a sense. This wasn’t an advertised gathering that tourists were invited to, but Agata had done research before this trip, and had planned on sightseeing when she got here.
This festival was mainly for the people of this small community, but for some reason she felt connected, welcomed even. They didn’t shun her even though she clearly wasn’t from here, but welcomed her as they offered her foods and drinks, and even danced in front of her, their smiles big.
She stayed off to the side and watched a young woman moving seductively to the beat of a drum. Agata felt the power in the dance, felt herself getting lost in the sway of the woman’s body, in the way her blonde hair moved around her waist, tempting yet warning.
“You are not from here.”
The thickly accented voice came from behind Agata, and she turned around and stared at an older woman. She wore robes of linen, cream and white, with hints of red woven in the fabric. Her salt and pepper colored hair was made up into several long braids, but it was the creamy obliqueness of her eyes and the scars that surrounded them that had Agata turning fully and staring at her.
Agata Yosef stood in the center of the Grand Hotel in Oslo, Norway. She had just finished her meeting with a group of executives. They’d signed paperwork on a merger with her US based company, and although she’d just arrived earlier today, was suffering from jetlag, and had the desire to just sleep the day away, she had been forced to make sure everything was settled concerning business.
Although most of the documents had been signed electronically, it was imperative that these final ones be notarized and taken directly to the officials so they could be filed. So she’d been tasked to come over here and handle the business, and what she did with her remaining time was her choice.
She was only in Norway and on this business trip for another day, and although she could have slept in her hotel room for the rest of her trip, she wanted to check out the fall festival that was happening in the small, secluded town of Adgnabrok, which was only a few hours away. It happened once a year, and this was the only time she’d be able to experience it. With her family’s Scandinavian ancestry, she’d jumped at the chance to come on this trip and experience some of her bloodline’s history.
She might be tired, but tonight she’d be enjoying herself. Sleep was overrated anyway, especially when she was in this incredible country. Heck, she even thought about finding her a hunky, blond haired, blue eyed man that could help her brush up on her Norwegian.
She knew enough of the language to get her through minimal, daily conversation, had studied it in school for the sole purpose of having this feeling of being connected with that part of her. It had been one of the reasons she’d been chosen to come here, because she’d been able to communicate in their business partners’ native tongue, and her boss had seen how hard she’d been working to start going on these trips. She’d worked her ass off, and this was the first step to her really making her stamp at her company.
She stared at all of the people moving in and out of the hotel, looked beyond the glass doors at the city just at her fingertips, and wanted so desperately to explore. But the festival wasn’t until later this evening, and although it was several hours off, she was going to board the train that could take her there.
As soon as she’d stepped off the plane she’d felt something move through her, like a ripple when a rock was dropped into a pool of water. It was strange, so very strange that she’d tried to shake it off. Energy had moved through her, as if stepping into this Nordic land had awakened something inside of her.
It sounded so foolish when she thought of it that way, but it was the truth. Maybe it was the fact she had no one in this world, had no kin that could give her the answers she had always sought. Being adopted when she was very young, she didn’t know much about her birth parents. Until she’d found her permanent home she’d jumped from foster homes. That had proved disheartening.
The only thing she’d learned about her biological parents was that her mother had been young when she had Agata, her father older. Her mother had been American, whereas her father had been Scandinavian. But they’d died, the details of their death not told to Agata.
She wasn’t such a fool as to think she’d find out more than the adoption agency or the genealogy tests she’d done could provide. This was a big world, and her hopes of finding a place where she belonged, where she’d come from, were pretty slim.
****
The small, almost folk inspired town of Adgnabrok seemed like she’d stepped off the train into a time that was long gone. The outfits, stands, even the foods right in front of her looked as though she was transported back to where life was much simpler ... in a sense. This wasn’t an advertised gathering that tourists were invited to, but Agata had done research before this trip, and had planned on sightseeing when she got here.
This festival was mainly for the people of this small community, but for some reason she felt connected, welcomed even. They didn’t shun her even though she clearly wasn’t from here, but welcomed her as they offered her foods and drinks, and even danced in front of her, their smiles big.
She stayed off to the side and watched a young woman moving seductively to the beat of a drum. Agata felt the power in the dance, felt herself getting lost in the sway of the woman’s body, in the way her blonde hair moved around her waist, tempting yet warning.
“You are not from here.”
The thickly accented voice came from behind Agata, and she turned around and stared at an older woman. She wore robes of linen, cream and white, with hints of red woven in the fabric. Her salt and pepper colored hair was made up into several long braids, but it was the creamy obliqueness of her eyes and the scars that surrounded them that had Agata turning fully and staring at her.