Just What She Wants by Barbara Elsborg Page B

shoots of spring, to new leaves, to Irish leprechauns. But her lungs hadn’t frozen because of the amazing color. The glimpse of raw pain she’d seen there triggered her response. Pain she recognized. So much it hurt to look at him.
    He shoved the glasses back in place and stood up. “I’ve taken your bag inside.”
    “Thank you.” She fumbled in her purse for a tip but he waved it away.
    “No need. Everything’s included.”
    She climbed out of the vehicle and walked toward an impressive entrance constructed to resemble an opening in a tree trunk. Above the sign, Heden, pale brown branches covered with artificial leaves and white flowers reached skyward. It should have been tacky but she liked it.
    Glass doors opened at her approach. The two women stood at the reception desk, hands plastered to each other’s butts, thumbs drawing circles as they talked to a guy with sun bleached, straw-blond hair and dark blue eyes. Like Kyle, he was tall and tanned. Unlike Kyle, he had a broad smile on his face. She slid into a daydream of the two men in bed with her sandwiched between them and her panties dampened. Wow . And all she’d been doing was thinking. She wriggled her hips in discomfort.
    The guy behind the desk glanced up, and realizing she’d been caught staring, she concentrated on the room. As promised, she saw no Christmas decorations, just lots of tropical plants arranged around stylish rattan furniture. Interspersed among those were sculptures of naked bodies entwined. Is that one of two guys getting down and dirty ?
    “Welcome to Heden.”
    She jolted and spun round to see the women had gone. The guy smiled at her with perfect white teeth, and her knees wobbled as she walked forward. Were all the men here gorgeous? Her bag lay in front of the desk.
    “I’m Marc Cantrell, one of the general managers.”
    “Indie Jones. I assume Lisa’s been in contact with you to tell you she’s broken her leg.”
    “Lisa?”
    She swallowed the urge to repeat the dog story and stuck to, “We were coming together.”
    “We weren’t expecting anyone else. Though we did wonder if someone was pulling our leg with a name like that.”
    Indie frowned. “But we….” She thought about it. She’d given Lisa the money and let her deal with everything. Maybe she’d never intended to come. Disappointed and a little angry, she twisted the strap of her purse in her fingers. Bloody Lisa .
    He put a key on the desk. “Everything you need to know is in a folder in your villa. Give me a call if you have any questions. We’re having a meet and greet at the pool bar tonight at eight.” He gestured to a point behind her. “Through the door and out the one at the end. Follow the yellow brick road until you reach Orchid Villa. Enjoy your stay.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Do you need a hand with your bag?”
    “I’m fine, thanks.”
     
    Kyle stood at the office door and watched Marc stare at the English woman with the crazy black and pink hair as she headed away from them down the corridor. He limped over and leaned on the desk to take the weight off his leg.
    “You manage to speak to the bank manager?” Marc asked.
    “Yep. All arranged.”
    Marc smiled as the door closed behind the cute butt. “See, there was an advantage in doing the airport run today. Lovely ass, sweet face, weird hair, weirder name, and here on her own. But not for long.”
    His heart clenched when he recognized the expression on Marc’s face. What would he think if he knew she’d asked him to take off his glasses and he had?
    “She might be more into the two she arrived with,” Kyle said, certain she wasn’t.
    “You know that won’t stop me. She’s here, isn’t she? Up for anything?”
    The phrase fit Marc well and disappointment clogged his lungs. “Do you have to hit on every woman who takes your fancy?”
    “I’m a man. It’s what I do.”
    “So am I and it’s not what I do.”
    “No one’s stopping you.” Marc brushed his fingers over