Free BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief by Savannah May

back.”
    “Well, this is a good place to hide from him. And you've got a powerful protector in Dammo.”
    “Oh no, we aren't together. He just took us out for a ski.”
“Uh huh. Dam doesn't take women for a ski.”
    “I think he likes Sasha.”
    “I think you're mistaken.”
    To hide her burning cheeks, Indie asked Katelijn about Amsterdam, where she was an art student and they chatted about career dreams until the guys jogged back up the sand and ordered more cocktails. Battling the surf had released some of their pent up emotions and when Indie said they had to wait for Sash to get back as her car was at Damien's house, he ordered another round, relaxed and enjoyed the stripes of gold play across the horizon as the sun went down.

 
     
    Chapter Seven
    A huge fire was set on the beach by the hotel staff. Wild drum music started up in the distance and the guys rolled their eyes in disdain.
    “Sega dance,” Marc told them. “Strictly for tourists.”
    “Sex dance,” Damien muttered.
    “Well, three of us at the table are tourists and I have nothing against sex,” Katelijn said, she and Indie were both gyrating in their seats to the infectious music.
    “I do not care for slaves complaining about their lives,” Damien replied, his eyes burning into Indie's writhing hips.
    “Masters never do,” Indie said, getting a glare of amusement from him.
    A makeshift raft lit by torches floated across the dark ocean up to the beach. The musicians clambered off and the African women followed, their stamping feet never left the sand and took the wanton dance around the fire. Damn was right, it was an erotic number and the women moved with sexual abandon. By the time the show was over, the sensual moves and wild drums had infected everyone. Even Laurent had loosened up and was chatting with the two men.
    Sasha dashed back into the bar, relieved to find them still there, waiting for her and began to glow- Indie had a pretty good idea what she'd been up to.
    “Patrice loves hotels. When I told him we were here, he said he'd be right over.” She pulled Indie to the side as the group went back down the beach to the boats. “It looks suspicious if I go over to his house. Someone saw us and word got back to Tolar in less than a day.”
    “It doesn't look suspicious for you to be meeting him in a hotel?”
    “No, because I sell my leather accessories in the gift shops, I'm always popping into the hotels.”
    Damien and Marc rode the two cigarette boats side by side, gunning their speeders neck and neck through the inky blue water chop. The moon was almost full and the sky was pin-pricked by thousands of tiny stars. Sitting in the back of the boat with Laurent, Indie's whole body heaved a sigh and let go of all the clenched misery it had been trying to contain for months and years.
    “Thank you,” she mouthed to Sasha when she looked back from her position up front beside Damien.
    Marc and Katelijn peeled off and their boat arced toward shore while Damn continued straight ahead in the blackened water lit only by the moon's wide iridescent stripe. Katelijn waved goodbye furiously and made dialing signals for Indie to call her. Even Marc raised a hand with a see you later nod.
    Five minutes later they turned in toward land and Damn coasted the speedboat into the sand in front of his sprawling beach house. Sasha jumped out and waded through the water while Laurent tip-toed across the engine and jumped off the prow where the water was shallowest. Indie swung her legs over the side to follow Sash, but Damien was in the water in front of her. He flipped her knees over his bicep and caught her up in the other so she was held in his arms like a maiden in a faint.
    “That really isn't necessary,” Indie said, wriggling to get down.
    “Shhh.” He waded through the water with her nestled into the smooth mounds of his chest. It was ridiculous, the water barely covered his calves, he was treating her like a child, but still her heart