Prologue

              The tour had finally ended after 4 long months of sleeping in hotels and running from screaming, yet devoted fans. Kevin, AJ, Howie, Brian and Nick all exited their limo as it dropped them off one at a time at their respected houses. Nick, the youngest and blondest of the singing group staggered into his water front Florida home with his best friend and fellow band mate Brian Littrell right behind him. They had planned a weekend of pure relaxation and well deserved rest. The two men were too exhausted to stay awake this night so they immediately retreated to their rooms for the rest of the evening. Nick dropped his bags in the corner of his spacious bedroom, and stripped off his clothes until he was left only in a pair of boxers and his t-shirt.

             He was half way to his inviting king sized bed when his gaze fell on the computer that had remained untouched for the last 4 months. It occurred to him just then he hadn't checked his e-mail in the longest time. Even though tired, he sat down at the desk and flipped the power switch. He logged onto AOL and went to his online mail box. He groaned as he observed 56 new messages, some from friends and family and a few from fans that had some how managed to get his e-mail addy. Starting at the top he began opening and reading..... After 20 minutes he finally came to the last message. This one was from his best friend Brent, the subject on the mail, "YOU HAVE TO READ THIS MAN!"  Nick opened the mail and found no words written, only an enclosed link at the bottom of the screen. He clicked on it and taken to a page with nothing but a chapter linked index on it, and a story rated XXX. There was no title and no description of what these chapters contained, only an e-mail address at the bottom for comments. Nick's eyes were beginning to droop shut as he clicked on "chapter 1." It was another fan fiction story. For the first chapter he found the story moving very slowly, but by the middle of chapter 2 his eyes were wide opened and the comp screen had his undivided attention.

---Very slowly, I eased him backwards onto the softness of the mattress and raised his arms until they were resting comfortably over his head. Starting at his lips, I began caressing them with my own, knowing that this was one of his favorite things. He responded with the same gentleness as I dragged my kiss swollen lips over his chin, then to his neck to suck lightly on the tender flesh over his throat. I could feel the pleasure pulsing through his body as well as my own, telling me to continue my seduction on him.---

            Nick was almost in pure shock as he read those lines. Whoever the author was had clearly done her homework on him. This story was seven chapters long and was completely focused on what he personally likes, desires and wants from and in a girl. By the time he was done he was fully awake, intrigued, and more turned on then he had been since his break-up with  ex-girlfriend Mandy Willaford. He returned to the main index and scrolled down to the e-mail addy at the bottom. Not giving a subject he scrawled down a few words and clicked the send button, more then hoping he would get a response.

              Paige Madison walked in her front door at exactly 3:30pm after another full day of classes at Florida State University. She dropped her back pack on the foyer floor of her apartment that she shared with her best friend Tina, went upstairs and turned on her computer. In seconds she was logged onto the internet , where the first thing she heard was a voice saying  "You've got mail." There were only two messages, one from her mother and one from an unfamiliar screen name. She responded to her mothers first, feeling guilty that it had been so long since she had called or written her. School kept her very busy. Then she opened the other. The senders sn was NickGreen20@aol.com, (this is not a real sn so don't click on it) but there was no subject on it.

             "I read your untitled story tonight. You have intrigued me very much. Please meet me at the chat room link enclosed at the bottom of this e-mail tonight at 8pm.

Sincerely,
An admirer”

             Under the short message was the link to a private chat room. "Oh great, another horny male that wants to hit on me or ask me to talk dirty to him while he gets off' she said to herself as she signed off the comp and shut it down. Standing up she walked over to the far side of the room, stopping in front of a wall the covered from ceiling to floor in posters and pics of Nick Carter. Paige stared adoringly at the collection as she ran her finger tips over her favorite picture of him. Dressed in an orange shirt, a black leather jacket over it, his gorgeous blonde locks hanging loosely about his head, and a serious sexy stare on his face.

            "You're the only one that will get the dirty talk from me."