ago. Taddy seized a Dom Perignon Rosé bottle from the bar as they made their way out the door.
Chapter Seven
Vive Serves Up Bye-And-Bye Dick Pie
Warner couldn’t have dreamt Red up if he tried. He’d never seen her in his entire life, so she was unmistakably not an island local. Assuming she’d come to St. Barth for business as a swimsuit model for Sports Illustrated , he remembered the photographers shot their magazine spreads nearby. She must be. But her skin was porcelain, not tan as it would be if she’d been on the beach all day.
Indeed attractive, late twenties, she looked classy. Wrapped in a stunning dress, sexy shoes and her vintage jewelry, she led him to assume if not magazine modeling a bikini, perhaps she’d jetted in from London. Red could’ve come to “winter” at a villa down the shore, escaping England’s cold season. But her voice spoke with a sharp tone, maybe from Chicago, certainly not British.
Her tuberose scent remained potent, in a good way, heady, fleshy and yet sweet. The perfume confused him all the more.
Red didn’t know Warner owned the club. She kept calling him Garner and he didn’t correct her. The music had deafened their introductions at first. When they sat down, the magic started. Warner caught her vulnerability and glimpsed Red’s taste for great adventure. He looked forward to discovering more about her.
“I don’t bring pretty ladies home—often.” If ever. He forced himself to settle down as they came up the winding driveway’s final stretch. His mind and body came together.
“You have a preference for taking fuglies back to your shack then?” Red laughed, pulling the champagne bottle to her side. It was remarkable to witness a woman with such beauty be so at ease.
“This is it, my winter home.” The landscape lighting danced shadows against his manicured foliage. His guardsmen had gone for the day. It being a holiday weekend, he didn’t have the heart to make the locals work around the clock. Warner had no plans to host any parties where he’d typically be full force with security.
“Exquisite. Your yard is something else.” She turned, taking in his acres.
“Maybe in the morning I can show you the gardens out by the beach.” He hoped she’d stay for breakfast. Warner cooked a tasty eggs Benedict. At least Sheldon always gave him compliments on it.
“I don’t have much outdoor space where I live.” Her malachite green eyes blinked with sophistication. He’d not caught their brilliance until now.
Warner drew her close. “And where would your home be?” Kissing her left cheek, his lips admired hers. He noted she didn’t answer, so he asked again. “Where do you live?”
She shook her head. Red wouldn’t tell him.
“Will you share your name?” Drawing his tongue over Red’s neck, Warner teased her nape in hopes he’d secure the answer. “Is it Red? Tell me.” His kisses traveled to her face’s right side keeping his lips in constant contact on her skin in hopes she’d reveal where she’d come from—anything.
“Not tonight.” Mystery spoke in her sultry voice, on her juicy lips and shone in her alluring eyes. “How’s that for an answer?” She squeezed his hand harder perhaps with promise that she’d share more—later.
“Fair enough.” After turning the estate’s corner, exhilaration charged every nerve. He reached with his free hand inside his left pocket for the keys.
Red massaged his arm’s inner part. The stimulation ran a tingly feeling over him.
He hadn’t felt this in years.
“Gimme some sugar,” a twanged voice barked from the driveway’s opposing side.
Her voice…her presence…it irked Warner to no end and reminded him of something he’d seen on the news recently. In Dallas, ranchers called the Texas Rangers in a frantic pace, reporting the four-legged animal sightings of something similar to a boar-meets-dog creature with a reptilian appearance. It didn’t bite for blood, rather sucked its
Chapter Seven
Vive Serves Up Bye-And-Bye Dick Pie
Warner couldn’t have dreamt Red up if he tried. He’d never seen her in his entire life, so she was unmistakably not an island local. Assuming she’d come to St. Barth for business as a swimsuit model for Sports Illustrated , he remembered the photographers shot their magazine spreads nearby. She must be. But her skin was porcelain, not tan as it would be if she’d been on the beach all day.
Indeed attractive, late twenties, she looked classy. Wrapped in a stunning dress, sexy shoes and her vintage jewelry, she led him to assume if not magazine modeling a bikini, perhaps she’d jetted in from London. Red could’ve come to “winter” at a villa down the shore, escaping England’s cold season. But her voice spoke with a sharp tone, maybe from Chicago, certainly not British.
Her tuberose scent remained potent, in a good way, heady, fleshy and yet sweet. The perfume confused him all the more.
Red didn’t know Warner owned the club. She kept calling him Garner and he didn’t correct her. The music had deafened their introductions at first. When they sat down, the magic started. Warner caught her vulnerability and glimpsed Red’s taste for great adventure. He looked forward to discovering more about her.
“I don’t bring pretty ladies home—often.” If ever. He forced himself to settle down as they came up the winding driveway’s final stretch. His mind and body came together.
“You have a preference for taking fuglies back to your shack then?” Red laughed, pulling the champagne bottle to her side. It was remarkable to witness a woman with such beauty be so at ease.
“This is it, my winter home.” The landscape lighting danced shadows against his manicured foliage. His guardsmen had gone for the day. It being a holiday weekend, he didn’t have the heart to make the locals work around the clock. Warner had no plans to host any parties where he’d typically be full force with security.
“Exquisite. Your yard is something else.” She turned, taking in his acres.
“Maybe in the morning I can show you the gardens out by the beach.” He hoped she’d stay for breakfast. Warner cooked a tasty eggs Benedict. At least Sheldon always gave him compliments on it.
“I don’t have much outdoor space where I live.” Her malachite green eyes blinked with sophistication. He’d not caught their brilliance until now.
Warner drew her close. “And where would your home be?” Kissing her left cheek, his lips admired hers. He noted she didn’t answer, so he asked again. “Where do you live?”
She shook her head. Red wouldn’t tell him.
“Will you share your name?” Drawing his tongue over Red’s neck, Warner teased her nape in hopes he’d secure the answer. “Is it Red? Tell me.” His kisses traveled to her face’s right side keeping his lips in constant contact on her skin in hopes she’d reveal where she’d come from—anything.
“Not tonight.” Mystery spoke in her sultry voice, on her juicy lips and shone in her alluring eyes. “How’s that for an answer?” She squeezed his hand harder perhaps with promise that she’d share more—later.
“Fair enough.” After turning the estate’s corner, exhilaration charged every nerve. He reached with his free hand inside his left pocket for the keys.
Red massaged his arm’s inner part. The stimulation ran a tingly feeling over him.
He hadn’t felt this in years.
“Gimme some sugar,” a twanged voice barked from the driveway’s opposing side.
Her voice…her presence…it irked Warner to no end and reminded him of something he’d seen on the news recently. In Dallas, ranchers called the Texas Rangers in a frantic pace, reporting the four-legged animal sightings of something similar to a boar-meets-dog creature with a reptilian appearance. It didn’t bite for blood, rather sucked its
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