Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Loving it. Thank you for having me. I’m still worried about Rachel, though.”
“We all are, but the doctors have assured us she’s fine.”
“June’s freaked too.” Heather shakes her head. “It’s all so surreal.”
“But you two are holding up okay?” I ask.
“We are. I think it’s good that we kept the dates tonight. It gets our minds off it. But June wasn’t chosen for a date.”
“True. Would you feel better if we went back to check on her?”
Heather twists her lips. “I don’t know. Maybe. But I don’t want to ruin this evening for us.”
I grab my phone from my back pocket.
Heather squeals. “You’re breaking the rules!”
“Honey, I made the rules.” I grin. “I keep it on me because I’m expecting some updates from my agent. I can call the house and check on June.”
She sighs. “No. It’s okay. I’m sure she’s fine.”
“I’m sure she is.” I shove the phone back in my pocket. I’m actually waiting to hear from Shelley, but nothing yet.
“So, Heather”—I gaze into her eyes—“tell me what you want to happen tonight.”
She grabs my hand. “You know what? I changed my mind. June told me some stuff—some…unusual stuff—and I want to make sure she’s okay.”
EPISODE 37
RIVER AND MISTY'S DATE, PART ONE
River
Misty’s a beautiful woman, and clearly, I can satisfy her. I gave her an orgasm earlier without even touching her between her legs.
But Rachel is still on my mind. Rachel, with her unique dimples, her engaging intellect, and her penchant for stargazing…not to mention her delicious body.
I can’t blame her for leaving. She could have died. Thank God Ginger—a doctor—was there to take care of her and get her breathing. Otherwise…
God, I can’t even think about it.
I stand on the deck dressed in simple jeans, leather flip-flops, and a black button-down shirt. I left the cowboy hat in my suite. In my hand is a bouquet of bright red hibiscus from the garden in the front of the mansion.
Misty was supposed to meet me here fifteen minutes ago. During that time, I watched Ariel and Alex head out for their evening, and a few moments later, Sebastian and Heather.
I draw in a breath. I hate to be kept waiting.
The French doors open, and though I’m expecting Misty, Sienna walks out, looking stunning in a metallic blue number that hugs every inch it covers—and it doesn’t cover a lot.
“Wow,” I can’t help saying.
Her cheeks blush a subtle rose. “Thank you. Emily helped me choose it. Do you think Brett will like it?”
“He’d be an idiot if he didn’t.”
“Those are beautiful flowers,” she says.
“They’re from out front.” I pull one hibiscus out of the bouquet and place it behind Sienna’s left ear.
“Won’t that clash with my dress?” she asks.
“Are you kidding? It only adds to it.”
Brett walks onto the deck, closing the doors behind him. “Hey, Riv. You horning in on my date?” He gazes at Sienna, and I swear to God he nearly drools. “Wow.”
Sienna smiles. “Seems to be the word of the evening. River said the same thing.”
Brett raises his eyebrows at me but then returns his attention to Sienna. “Then double wow. You look fantastic. Just gorgeous.” He holds out his arm. “Shall we?”
“Absolutely.” Sienna takes his arm, and the two of them walk off the deck and into the courtyard.
I have no idea where they’re going…or where the hell Misty is. For someone who wants me—or so she says—she has a strange way of showing it.
I pace along the deck, squeezing the bouquet. I came here to find love, not charm secrets out of a spoiled heiress. But it’s one for the team. Always for the team.
Ten more minutes pass before Misty finally appears.
I drop my jaw and the bouquet of hibiscus. The flowers scatter onto the floor of the deck.
Misty is wearing nothing.
Except it’s something. It’s a skintight minidress made of some kind of see-through stuff. As if she’s wearing pantyhose on her body, and on her feet are transparent sandals. Are they made of plexiglass?
I’ve already seen her goods, so why be so blatant? What the hell is she after?
“You like?” She tilts her head, striking a pose that leaves nothing to the imagination.
I clear my throat. “I’d have liked it if you were on time.”
“Oh, River.” She touches my cheek. “Anything good is worth waiting for.”
Right. I’m supposed to be charming, not pissy. I paste on a smile. “You look beautiful, Misty.”
“Don’t tell Evangeline, but this is from my own wardrobe. I brought it along. The things her stylists chose for me are lovely, but I wanted something truly fabulous for tonight.”
“You found it,” I say.
“Good. I’m so glad you like it.” She twirls around, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her firm ass. “What are we doing this evening?”
“We’ll start with dinner right outside the pool.”
“Not on the beach?”
“Brett and Seb are dining on the beach and Alex is in the courtyard. This way we’ll have our privacy.”