care.
I sat down and we were served an amazing
spread of Caribbean fare as the chef brought out all the food.
Every bite was delicious. I loved the jasmine rice and asparagus
with the Mahi-Mahi.
“When are you planning on heading back?” I
asked Beau as I put my fork down after finishing off my food.
“A couple of days. I don’t get down here very
often and I have some pressing business to attend to.”
“Oh.”
He shot me a big smile. “That doesn’t mean
you can’t play. The house and staff are at your disposal. You can
come and go as you please.”
It was tempting to stay that long. I hadn’t
had a vacation in a long time.
“What about clothes?”
“You can go shopping later this afternoon and
pick up what you need.”
“What about a toothbrush?”
“We have plenty.”
“I bet you do,” I said, thinking about the
many women who had probably shared his bed down here.
He read my thoughts. “Nothing like that,
Marla. I’m just a man who’s prepared for anything.”
I didn’t know whether to believe him or not,
but I would give him the benefit of the doubt. “Good to know. I
guess it wouldn’t be horrible to spend some time in paradise. It’s
been awhile since I had a vacation. Owning my own business hasn’t
left me a lot time to get away.”
His blue eyes filled with understanding. “I
know the feeling...work, work, work.”
“Yeah, what do you do for fun these
days?”
He shot me a mischievous look, which reminded
me of when he was a teenager. “Well—“
“Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to
know. Let’s just call it a truce for the time we’re away. You can
go back to hating me when we get back and I’ll pretend to be cold
and distant.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “I’ve
never hated you, Marla.”
“Really? You’ve sent some pretty strong hate
vibes my way the last several weeks,” I said, picking up a little
spoon to eat the raspberry sorbet Reeves slid onto my plate.
“Trust me, I don’t hate you.”
I was kind of surprised. “Oh, glad to hear
it.”
He shot me a warm grin, disarming whatever
reservations I had left. “How’s Emma doing? I haven’t seen her in a
little while.”
I beamed, always super proud of my sister.
“She’s so good. She’s busy with her new family, the salon, and the
foundation. But she couldn’t be happier.”
His blue eyes were soulful and bright. “You
were a good mom-sister to her,” he admitted unexpectedly.
My cheeks colored. “Thank you. Emma was a
great kid, though. She made me look good.”
“No, you had a hard job and you did it
well.”
His compliments made me all gooey on the
inside. I didn’t know what his angle was, but he had found one of
my soft spots.
“Would you like some more wine?” he asked as
he signaled for Reeves to refill our glasses.
“Why not? I’m on vacation,” I claimed,
holding out my goblet. “How do you get used to it?” I asked, as the
butler left the room.
“Get used to what?”
“People waiting on you all the time.”
“They make my life run efficiently. These
people are well paid and well treated to see to what I need.
Everybody wins in this situation.”
“You do have a point. I guess you do your
part to keep the economy going.”
“I guess I do,” he offered with a twinkle in
his eye.
“So do they bathe you, too?” I teased, seeing
if he would show his sense of humor.
His blue eyes danced with mischief. “No. That
I take care of on my own. Unless, of course, you’re offering to do
it.” He shot me a wicked grin.
“Hmm…very tempting,” I said, playing along.
“But I think I’ll let you shower alone, tonight. Unless, you know,
your harem of women are tucked away somewhere to keep you
company.”
“Sorry. Fresh out of harems. Plus, I like my
women willing and hot.” His stare turned dark with desire.
My pulse quickened. “Glad to hear it. I like
men willing and hot, too,” I let out, picking up my wine glass and
bringing it to my
I sat down and we were served an amazing
spread of Caribbean fare as the chef brought out all the food.
Every bite was delicious. I loved the jasmine rice and asparagus
with the Mahi-Mahi.
“When are you planning on heading back?” I
asked Beau as I put my fork down after finishing off my food.
“A couple of days. I don’t get down here very
often and I have some pressing business to attend to.”
“Oh.”
He shot me a big smile. “That doesn’t mean
you can’t play. The house and staff are at your disposal. You can
come and go as you please.”
It was tempting to stay that long. I hadn’t
had a vacation in a long time.
“What about clothes?”
“You can go shopping later this afternoon and
pick up what you need.”
“What about a toothbrush?”
“We have plenty.”
“I bet you do,” I said, thinking about the
many women who had probably shared his bed down here.
He read my thoughts. “Nothing like that,
Marla. I’m just a man who’s prepared for anything.”
I didn’t know whether to believe him or not,
but I would give him the benefit of the doubt. “Good to know. I
guess it wouldn’t be horrible to spend some time in paradise. It’s
been awhile since I had a vacation. Owning my own business hasn’t
left me a lot time to get away.”
His blue eyes filled with understanding. “I
know the feeling...work, work, work.”
“Yeah, what do you do for fun these
days?”
He shot me a mischievous look, which reminded
me of when he was a teenager. “Well—“
“Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to
know. Let’s just call it a truce for the time we’re away. You can
go back to hating me when we get back and I’ll pretend to be cold
and distant.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “I’ve
never hated you, Marla.”
“Really? You’ve sent some pretty strong hate
vibes my way the last several weeks,” I said, picking up a little
spoon to eat the raspberry sorbet Reeves slid onto my plate.
“Trust me, I don’t hate you.”
I was kind of surprised. “Oh, glad to hear
it.”
He shot me a warm grin, disarming whatever
reservations I had left. “How’s Emma doing? I haven’t seen her in a
little while.”
I beamed, always super proud of my sister.
“She’s so good. She’s busy with her new family, the salon, and the
foundation. But she couldn’t be happier.”
His blue eyes were soulful and bright. “You
were a good mom-sister to her,” he admitted unexpectedly.
My cheeks colored. “Thank you. Emma was a
great kid, though. She made me look good.”
“No, you had a hard job and you did it
well.”
His compliments made me all gooey on the
inside. I didn’t know what his angle was, but he had found one of
my soft spots.
“Would you like some more wine?” he asked as
he signaled for Reeves to refill our glasses.
“Why not? I’m on vacation,” I claimed,
holding out my goblet. “How do you get used to it?” I asked, as the
butler left the room.
“Get used to what?”
“People waiting on you all the time.”
“They make my life run efficiently. These
people are well paid and well treated to see to what I need.
Everybody wins in this situation.”
“You do have a point. I guess you do your
part to keep the economy going.”
“I guess I do,” he offered with a twinkle in
his eye.
“So do they bathe you, too?” I teased, seeing
if he would show his sense of humor.
His blue eyes danced with mischief. “No. That
I take care of on my own. Unless, of course, you’re offering to do
it.” He shot me a wicked grin.
“Hmm…very tempting,” I said, playing along.
“But I think I’ll let you shower alone, tonight. Unless, you know,
your harem of women are tucked away somewhere to keep you
company.”
“Sorry. Fresh out of harems. Plus, I like my
women willing and hot.” His stare turned dark with desire.
My pulse quickened. “Glad to hear it. I like
men willing and hot, too,” I let out, picking up my wine glass and
bringing it to my
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