Her Island Fantasy, an erotic novella (Bridesmaids in Paradise) by Emma Jay Page A

in her bed. Ian, who could have any woman he wanted and probably saw her as nothing more than his brother’s future wife’s plump best friend.
    “I need to buy a bikini when we get there,” she said out loud.
    Joslyn stared. “You mean you didn’t bring a bathing suit?”
    “I did, but I decided last night I want to try on a bikini. I didn’t even think about it until last night.”
    Joslyn grinned her approval. “Well you should. You worked hard to get that body. You should show it off.”
    Bailey’s thoughts exactly.
     
    ***
     
    Thanks to the time change and the early as damn flight, they arrived in Hawaii in time for lunch. Eric and Haven had arranged for a meal for the wedding party on the hotel patio overlooking the beach. Bailey happened to know what this week was costing the couple and their families and winced at the price tag. But it was Haven’s dream wedding, wrapped up with her honeymoon, and she’d waited a long time for the man of her dreams.
    Elizabeth, the other bridesmaid, was at the hotel to greet them with her boyfriend Max. Elizabeth had flown out last week to spend more time with the surfer/teacher she’d fallen in love with on their previous visit, when they were finalizing details for the wedding. Max Sullivan, who liked to be called Sully, had been their tour guide and Elizabeth’s fling, but the relationship had morphed to something more, and Elizabeth had taken a two month sabbatical to be here with him. She hugged her friends, looking happier and more relaxed than Bailey had ever seen her.
    Finally, as they all sat around the table—bridesmaids and groomsmen, parents and siblings, Bailey got a good look at Ian. He sat beside his brother near the head of the table and all Bailey could think of, “Good job, Vieras.” Wow, those genes were good. The rumble of Ian’s voice carried down the table, another thing she found just breathtakingly sexy about him, something she hadn’t admitted to herself when he was dating Mallory, the woman he’d lived with the past two years. All she knew about their break-up was that Mallory had gotten sick of his crazy cop hours and took off, and Ian spent about a week inside a bottle. But that had been three months ago, though Bailey had just learned of it. Which meant he was ready to move on. Right?
    She resigned herself to thinking a relationship with him would be more rebound than anything permanent, a fling, something she’d declared she was done with. But for Ian, she’d make one last exception.
    Since it was almost suppertime back home and the in-flight meal had been something she didn’t want to waste her calories on, Bailey was starving. She was tempted to gorge herself on the delicious food served family-style. But if she was going to look good in a bikini, she needed to keep eating the way she’d been eating for the last nine months. So she nibbled at a salad, had a bite here and there, to go along with her Blue Hawaiian.
    When Eric rose and declared it was time to hit the beach, she grabbed Joslyn’s hand and headed for the shop inside the hotel.
     
    ***
     
    Ian Viera dug his feet in the soft sand and let his head fall back to soak in the sun. Too many night shifts made the sunlight a stranger, and he had a week to soak up as much as possible.
    That, and get laid. Three months since Mallory had left him and he hadn’t had sex. Okay, to be fair, he hadn’t had sex much in the months before she left him, which was part of the reason she took off. Yeah, one of these lovely bikini-clad ladies was just what he needed to get over his broken heart.
    He blinked behind his sunglasses as four women strolled down the beach, in a line, a beautiful sight. He sat up, as probably most men on the beach did, to watch them approach.
    The first one wore one of those Olympic-style one-piece bathing suits, and she peeled away from the rest to throw herself at a dark-haired surfer. The second was a tiny brunette in an equally tiny bikini, barely