I glanced around the arena to see rest of the teams walking the course. Riders I idolised surrounded me I could not believe I finally had my chance. As I turned my attention back to the first fence I was roused out of my thoughts by a commotion at the entrance.

The commotion was caused by the arrival o our number one rider, Tina Kennard. I had not seen her in what must have been six months after she had broken Alices heart dumping her after promising her the world just to get her into bed, I hated with a passion. Alice was like my sister and apart from Cooper she was my only family.

Thinking of Cooper did nothing to lighten my mood he was meant to fly over here with us but as usual had cancelled at the last minute, yet I still missed the calming effect he had on me.

I was snapped out of my own head again as the team manager Grant Richards addressed me.

Bette I would like to introduce you to Tina Kennard, of course you know who she is and if you need anything I am sure you can ask her.

Of course I knew her. Current world champion and American number one rider she was a firm favourite for the Olympics in two years and was sure to help America retain the nations cup which she lead them to last year.

I begrudgingly offered her my hand before turning my head to look at her. She grinned at me like an old friend and I glared into her deep hypnotic eyes. I hate you, I hate you my brain chanted. So why could I not let go of her hand.

Hi Bette dont worry your number four and the rest of us know what to do so if you screw up it probably wont matter as we will be able to drop your score.

—————-Tina—————

I was so late I had been busy with a German groupie who had been more than relaxing as a pre competition activity, the last thing I needed was introductions to a new team member. I mean if she were even any good I would have heard of her surely. Saying that I have been in Europe most of the season so have lost touch with some of the news coming from home.

Grant dragged me over and introduced me and she couldnt even be bothered to look at me as she stuck her hand out to meet mine. But wow when she turned to face me it was worth the wait.

I couldnt stop the smile that broke out on my face I felt like she was looking right into my soul. But she just glared. For some reason this young newcomer hated me. It was written all over her face and ingrained in those eyes. Oh my god those eyes that mouth dont even get me started on her neck and what came below it. But still she glared and before I could stop myself I opened my mouth. As I spoke any sign that she might thaw was gone and a cold fury at my insult to her riding skills ignited in the embers burning in those chocolate orbs. As she strutted of to finish inspecting the course I allowed myself to wonder how it would feel to have my head trapped between those long toned thighs or to have her riding my hand as we celebrated a win together.

I watched her from a distance and noticed her hand shake as she touched the top pole on the parallel she was next to and I saw worry flash as she gazed around the big arena. It was strange I felt an almost uncontrollable need to just run over and hug her. Tell her it would all be fine, that I would make sure she never got hurt.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. That was new. Surely it didnt mean anything I just found her attractive. Once I had her writhing under me in ecstasy I would have her out of my system. That was all it was. And I would have her even if they hate me they all want me in the end. With that I carried on walking the course trying to stop my mind from drifting to how I would seduce the young miss Porter.


TBC???