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on her leg to stand.
    “ Well, at least allow me help you over to that bench there and I’m not taking no for an answer! Besides sitting on the bench should make it easier for you to apply the ice,” added Marcus with determination.
    “Here’s your ice,” said one of the players as he returned just then, handing her a cup filled with ice cubes.
    Natasha thanked the player for the ice and surveyed the many concerned faces which encircled her, before she finally agreed to allow Marcus to help her over to the nearby bench. All of the attention was getting a little embarrassing now, especially since she’d noticed that the one called Marcus was more than a little attractive where her taste in men was concerned. Just a brief observation already revealed that he was built exactly like the type of man she’d always envisioned would be perfect for her.
    “Okay you guys go on and continue the game without me. I will be back later to continue the slaughter,” he said amid the laughter and taunts of the players as they returned to the court. He ignored them and placed his hand gently under her elbow supporting her as she walked slowly over to the bench with a slight limp.
    As she walked Marcus couldn’t help but notice that despite her injury she stood with an excellent posture and he wondered if she was a dancer, after all she did say that she was an artsy type.
    “You got me pretty good with that ball Marcus. I thought I was hit by a car or something else at first,” she admitted while trying to dissolve the tension with a half-joke. It was a really hard hit she’d received which meant that Marcus carried some amazing strength in his arms. Forcing herself not to check out his muscled frame at that moment she once again raised her sheer wrap to apply the ice to her thigh.
    “Yeah, sorry about that again ,” he replied. “That serve was meant strictly for the other team’s demise. I played inter-varsity volleyball in college and serving is one of my strong points,” explained Marcus apologetically.
    “I can tell. Listen like I told you don’t have to stay here with me if you don’t want to. I’ll be fine in a few minutes. You can go back to playing your game.”
    “ I know, and you keep saying that. I want to stay right where I am now. What’s your name?”
    “It’s Natasha, Natasha Mitchell.”
    “Natasha”, repeated Marcus relishing the sound of her name on his lips. For some reason he was having a difficult time staying focused on just her injury. He already knew that he was not taking no for an answer concerning taking her to the doctor, but he decided not to press the issue any more for now.
    Right now, he was battling this feeling that he knew her even though to his knowledge he had only met her for the first time t hat day.
    God, she was beautiful! That first glance into her green eyes generously rimmed with thick dark lashes only invited him to gaze at her even more closely. Her heart shaped face was framed by waves of shoulder-length cascading black hair parted in the centre of her head, which shone against the vibrant beauty of her brown skin. Something about the smoothness and the colour of her skin reminded him of a cup of hot creamy milk chocolate. When she spoke she did so with eloquence revealing a set of pearl white evenly set teeth. She was beautiful enough to qualify as a celebrity and all this without any makeup on her face. Her beauty was all natural and all her. 
    Her skin was impossibly smooth and her body was well toned like someone who exercised regularly. She carried an air of confidence about her but yet , he could see that she was not overbearing or proud. Case in point, he was quite aware that this situation could have turned out very differently. She had every right to be angry with him right now and in fact, if he was at home in the US, he could be looking at a potential lawsuit. But he knew that people tended to see life much differently here on Derrien Island and were much