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I am pretty. Even I know this. My hair is dark blonde and thick when it’s dry. Long and lustrous

when it’s clean. My eyes are ocean blue, my skin is pale right now, but usually it’s a pretty shade of

golden brown from the sun. My legs are a little too long—though the working girls on the island tell

me that’s not really a thing, it is a thing when you can’t find pants that cover your ankles. Luckily,

living in the tropics means most outfits are shorts or dresses.

My breast are much smaller than the ones I’m accustomed to looking at. Working girls with small

breasts get implants in the island’s surgery center when they arrive. But mine are good enough, I think.

Perky and tight. The one boyfriend I had certainly enjoyed them.

A small tingle between my legs makes me think about that boyfriend. He was very hungry for my

body. And it makes me wonder if Johnny Boston will be hungry for it too.

Last night on the boat I thought for sure he would try something. At least a kiss.

But he didn’t. He remains suspicious and aloof. They warned me about this when I was prepped

for this job.

They warned me about him.

So… maybe he’s not hungry enough?

Maybe I need to convince him he’s not looking for a nice dinner tonight, he’s looking for a nice

woman?

I towel off, put on the dress, and then blow out my hair a little so it’s not sopping wet. It won’t be

lustrous, even though it’s clean, because I have no comb or brush. But that’s OK. Wild hair is

practically a requirement for island life and mine, even when partially wet, falls over my shoulders

like a willful, rumbling waterfall.

Johnny is sitting in a chair, hands behind his head, eyes closed.

“Sorry I took so long.”

His eyes fly open and he gets to his feet. “It’s no problem. I was just thinking.”

I nod, unsure if he’s hinting that I should ask him for his thoughts or that was just a casual remark to

hide the fact that my voice startled him out of sleep.

“So… should we go eat?”

“Yup,” I say. “I’m pretty hungry.”

“Great,” he says, panning his hand towards the door. “I made reservations in the private dining

room under Logan’s name.”