Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“A shame to cover those up,” I can’t help saying.
She tugs her skirt down over her hips.
“Even a bigger shame to cover up that piece of paradise.”
She smiles. “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight. Even if we did miss our swordfish.”
“I’m glad. I know you were worried about June.”
“I was. Still am, I suppose. It seems like she’s fine. But I still don’t trust Misty.”
“Heather, I don’t think anyone here does.”
A knock sounds on the door, and I open it to find a young man with two domed plates of food. “Here you go, Mr. Tate. I neglected to ask what you wanted to drink.”
“Don’t worry about that,” I say. “I have cold water and a stocked minibar.”
“Very well.”
I take both plates from him and set them on the small table in my sitting room. “Food’s here,” I call to Heather.
“Smells amazing,” she says, looking lovely and “just fucked...twice” as she enters the sitting room.
“Have a seat.” I gesture to the wingback chair on the other side of the small table and lift her dome.
She sets a napkin in her lap and then picks up a rib and takes a bite. “Mmm,” she says with her mouth full. “Delicious.”
We make quick work of the food and Heather excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She returns with her hair freshly brushed and her face scrubbed clean of makeup.
“Wow,” I say. “You look even more beautiful.”
Her cheeks redden. “Thank you. And thank you again for tonight. I’ll go back to my room now.”
I’m tempted to invite her to stay the night, but it’s too soon for that. We’ve fucked twice, and we’re clearly more than sexually compatible. I like her, too. And of course she’s hot as all get out with that tight little body, that blue-tipped hair, and that sexy-as-fuck tattoo.
I stand. “I’ll take you to your room.”
We take the stairwell up to the women’s suites on the third floor. Heather leads me to her door and stands on her toes to brush her lips against mine.
“Thanks again,” she says. “I hope we’ll see more of each other.”
“You can count on that.” I smile.
She opens her door and walks in—
“What are you doing here?” she gasps.
I follow her in.
Misty Holmes lies on the couch in Heather’s sitting area. What the fuck?
She pulls herself into a sitting position and wipes tears from her eyes. “Heather, I’m so glad you’re back.”
“How exactly did you get in here?” I demand.
“I’d like to know that myself,” Heather agrees.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Uh...how about your own room?” I say. “And you haven’t answered how you got into Heather’s suite in the first place.”
“Evangeline let me in.”
“What?” I grit out.
“Don’t blame her. I told her Heather said it was okay.”
“Why would you say that?” Heather demands.
“I just didn’t want to be alone, Heather, and out of all the women still here, I felt like you would be the most understanding.”
I hold back a look of surprise. Has Heather been keeping something from me? She was worried about June earlier because of Misty. Surely she and Misty can’t be close.
“We hardly know each other, Misty,” Heather says.
“I know, but I don’t know what to do.” Misty sniffles. “River... He wants me to leave. He said I need to be gone by the time he gets back. So you see, I couldn’t stay in my room. He’ll kick me off the island if he finds me.”
“What the hell did you to do him?” I demand.
“Nothing,” Misty whimpers. “It’s what he did to me.”
EPISODE 50
SIENNA HITS NUMBER THREE
Sienna
Brett’s lips curve upward into a seductive smile. “You want to come?”
I’m tempted to look down at my plateful of food, but I don’t. I keep my gaze glued to his. “Yes, Brett. I want to come.”
He swirls the wine in his glass once more. “I’m going to go down on you, Sienna. What makes you think you won’t come?”
He’s sure of himself. “I don’t know anything about your competence at oral sex,” I say, still not wavering from his gaze. “How would I know?”
He shakes his head slightly, chuckling. “You’re saying you need evidence?”
Lawyer speak. I suppose I had that coming after my earlier interrogation. “Any good attorney needs evidence. I don’t take anyone’s word for anything.”
He takes a sip of wine. “I suppose it’d be a shame for our dinner to get cold.”
Damn him. He knows I’m horny, that I’m dying to come, and now he’s teasing me. But if he thinks he can outmaneuver me, he’s in for a surprise. “Yes, it would be a shame.” I slide my tongue over my lower lip, trying to ignore the ache between my legs. “On the other hand, I’ll never know if you’re as good as you say you are without the evidence to back it up.”
“Oh, I can back it up,” he says. “Surely you know that from this afternoon.”