Page 7 of Billionaire Retreat

“I hope you approve.”

“I do,” I said. “You’re very attractive when you and your driver aren’t trying to run me over.”

I expected him to say something equally flirtatious back to me, but he didn’t. He was just studying me. I immediately felt a little unsure of myself. Noticing, he quickly reassured me saying, “Don’t mind me. I don’t know how to flirt. I’m pretty terrible at anything that comes before foreplay.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it, not sure what to say. I blurted, “I have no plans to sleep with you.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Maybe not now, but eventually.”

“Wow, you’re arrogant.”

“I’m honest.”

I tried to be angry, because being angry would allow me to ignore the effect his words had on my body. I could already feel myself growing wet at the thought of being intimate with him. And I knew if I looked down, I would notice that my nipples were now peaked against the fabric of my dress, revealing my desire to let him do exactly what he wanted to every part of my body.

Woah, where had that thought come from? I felt out of my element and nervously fingered my dress.

I vowed to myself that if he noticed my erect nipples, I’d just blame their hardness on the light breeze in the air. He chose to ignore them.

“What do you say we take a walk and get to know each other better? You’re supposed to keep me entertained, right?”

“According to the itinerary, we’re supposed to have dinner and drinks with the others soon.”

He looked towards the room and grimaced. “I don’t know about you, but that sounds like torture to me.”

I could tell from his face that he meant it. “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “They don’t look so bad. They seem friendly enough to me. And aren’t they your friends?”

“God, no. They’re my brother’s friends. His best man backed out or got arrested, or both. I can’t remember, so I’m the last-minute fill in to take his place. If I could run away screaming from this place, I would.”

It was all starting to make sense. “So, I’m here to replace the girl who should have been here. No wonder the other women were giving me dirty looks. I guessed I replaced their friend. So, let me guess, you like brunettes?” I remembered one of the sorority sisters explaining each girl was matched according to the client’s preferences.

“Yep.”

“And the others all prefer blondes?”

“I guess. I haven’t bothered to ask. I try to talk to them as little as possible.”

I laughed again. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, you’re right. It’s worse. Their interests include sex, drinking, golf and television.”

I giggled again. I loved his frank way of speaking.

“I’ll admit I enjoy sex as much as the next person, maybe even more so,” he said pointedly giving me a devilish look that made my heart race. “But I hate golf. Beer disgusts me and I rarely have time to watch TV. Clearly, I don’t have much in common with my brother and his friends… most of whom are grown men determined to behave like frat boys this weekend. The whole idea of this island is ridiculous and borderline immoral. I can’t believe Richard pulled this off. One woman to meet your every need? I had to double check the legitimacy of the establishment before I agreed to come. I wouldn’t put it past my brother to try to arrange an escort for me as a joke.”

“Is that how this place is marketed? One woman to meet your every need?” I’d taken a women’s studies class during my freshman year of college and I knew my professor wouldn’t be pleased if she could see me now.

“Well, those were my brother’s words.”

“Yikes.”

“Tell me about it. I might not be a feminist, but I’m not misogynistic either. The premise behind this place is just creepy.”

“Yet, you came…”

“And yet, you work here…”

“Hey, I was hired to be an entertainment specialist.”