Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Such a shame it can’t be more. I’d be the happiest girl in the world to be able to express my true feelings for Heath as well as Josh. To be free. In love.
Ouch. The thought is too much.
I dismiss it – putting it down to cocktails and ambience and shoving it back in my internal shadows where it belongs.
“How about the proposal?” I ask Heath when we’re done dancing to another track. “Better get things moving. Any more cocktails and I’ll hardly be able to walk on these bad boys.” I lift up a heel.
“I’m sure you’ll manage, princess,” he says – then seems to forget himself as he takes my hand and leads both me and Josh over to the edge of the balcony. His need for anonymity has taken a back seat. Again, probably down to cocktails and ambience. Such killers.
Whoa, the place has been filling up. There are people everywhere down there – suits and designer dresses galore.
Heath seems to be scouting the dancefloor. I watch his eyes as they skirt and ponder. So addictive.
He leans into me, so I can just about hear his words over the music.
“In the corner, over there at the far side of the bar. A group of guys, clearly on the lookout. The ladies’ bathroom is behind them, so it’ll be easy for you to make an introduction. Go, sweet curva. Pick two of your choice and take them for a walk, along the glorious sand towards the villa. Such privacy there.”
I get it. I’ll end up by the villa… and most likely by the secret entrance to the beach. Very private.
And very clever.
“We’ll be watching,” Heath adds. “Give us the performance of a lifetime, please. Be a dirty curva, and act like it.” He reaches a hand into his pocket and puts something in mine.
I glance down to find rubbers in my grip. Four. Ok, wow, he does want a performance. I slip them into my clutch.
“Two guys, yeah?”
“Yes, two.”
“Any preferences? Want me to do anything in particular?”
“I’ll leave that up to you. Enjoy.”
“Ok. I’ll see you later.”
I turn to my boyfriend, whispering an I’m off, love you, and giving him a kiss before I retreat from the pair of them. It feels bizarre to be leaving them behind, knowing they’ll have their eyes on me from the balcony. And who knows where else?
I imagine they’ll be following.
Fuck, I’m going to give them a show.
Heath totally deserves it.
I weave my way to the ladies’, taking my time so that I know Heath and Josh will have located me. I imagine them watching from up above, and it feels… good. Yeah. It feels good.
I prep myself in the bathroom, topping up my deep scarlet lipstick and planning the route ahead.
I know the way… once we’re out on the front, the beach will lead us all the way along the boulevard, and out towards Heath’s place.
A group of women join me in the bathroom, set for some freshening up themselves. They stare at me like I’m some kind of zoo exhibit and my cheeks burn in horror, because fuck, they must have seen me with Heath! They’re speaking French, so I don’t understand what they’re saying, but when one of them gets out their phone and starts angling it in my direction, I know it’s time to bolt. Right now. I have to get my mission underway and get the hell out of here.
My adrenaline is pumping harder than the bass when I rush out of the bathroom and barge into the crowd of guys Heath was pointing at. I act like I’ve slipped, grabbing hold of a bulky member of their gang, giggling as he holds me steady.
He’s a great barrier for the women leaving the bathroom. They walk on by without a sight of me. Thank fuck for that.
“You ok?” the bulky blond asks, and it’s a relief to hear his cockney accent. Flirting with him in my native tongue will be so much easier.
I make a bold move, opting for casual – a casual girl in glamorous clothing.
“Yeah, I’m cool. Just drunk and fucking horny.” I laugh. “Much harder to pull anyone in this kind of place than it is back home. I won this flashy French holiday a few months ago and got dressed up for the part and everything. Thought I’d be getting laid by now.”
His eyes light up as he looks me up and down.
“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble getting laid, sweetheart.”
I laugh again. “Is that an offer? If it is, I’ll take it.”
He laughs along with me, shaking his head in obvious disbelief. “Don’t you even want a drink first?”
I lean into him. “Nah. My friend has already fucked off with a guy and ditched me. Can’t be assed with another cocktail. They cost a bloody fortune.”