Free BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief by Savannah May Page A

was frittering from being so close to him, wrapped so tight in his corded arms.
    “There that wasn't too bad was it?” He didn't set her down into the softest powder sand until they were halfway up the beach and the lights of the house illuminated them.  As Indie reconnected with earth, he held her with one arm circling her waist and a deep burrowing gaze such that she was sure, for just an instant he was going to kiss her. His mouth leaned down so very close, the salty smell of his warm skin was intoxicating and her body expanded ready for him. Then he seemed to remember something and continued walking to the house. Indie was shocked at the depth of her disappointment. Every sense ending had fired up, tingling in eagerness for his caress.
    “I have to get going,” Sasha told her when they entered the sun room, now in darkness, family all retired for the night. “It's nearly midnight.”
    “Okay, thank you Damien for a wonderful afternoon,” Indie held out her hand for a polite shake. His face collapsed into a well of confusion.
    “You're leaving- already?” he said, looking deep into her again so her heart hurled itself into her throat and stopped her speaking. His eyes clawed across to Sasha as though she had final decision.
    “Yes, I am leaving and going home with Sash,” Indie found her voice and stated firmly. What does he think-that I'm second best because Sasha had been purloined by her lover? Well screw you Mr Olympic Controller. And you can talk to me, she's my friend not my mother.
    “I, well, it's still-early.” Disappointment crowded across his features, followed by a frown at being thwarted. Good. Laurent stood to the side observing the scene and his friend's discomfort. He was actually smiling for the first time ever.
    “Good night,” Indie brushed Damien coolly, cheek to cheek, then kissed Laurent, who returned her embrace.
    They headed along the wide, antique-lined passage and pulled the front door open when Damien ran into the hall. He pulled up short and adopted a casual stance when he saw them.
    “India, can you work tomorrow for fitting the clothes?” he called.
    “Tomorrow is Sunday, Damn, a day of rest,” Sasha replied. “But she'll be there Monday. Call my cell and tell her where to come.” She pulled the door shut.
    “What are you my island agent now?” Indie laughed. Earning some money would be good so she could pay Sasha back for feeding her. She was mad but also already yearning to see the man who'd lifted her into the most powerful arms ever and carried her as though she were weightless up a moonlit beach swaying with palm trees.
    “Just trying to keep you amused,” she said. “I won't even charge you commission.” As she started the car she was shaking her head in her own amusement. “Of the many many women I've seen and heard about with Damien, I have never once seen him this flustered.”
    “He doesn't like not getting his own way.”
     
    Indie scooched down in the comfortable big bed and pulled the covers around her even though it was warm enough to go bare. She cuddled them close in delicious excitement, marred only by the sounds of shouting coming from down the hall where Tolar and Sash were gearing up for a fight. Their dispute raced ahead fast and soon they were screaming over top of each other, neither listening nor thinking. Most of the outraged roar came from Tolar's booming voice but Sasha was doing okay with holding her own. She was able to stand up to him although it must be exhausting. Indie wondered what the problem was, maybe someone had told him about her flirting with Damien Lothaire Beauregard Bedazzleme. He must know Damn's reputation. Hopefully it was only that they had been out all day and come home late, although he hadn't been alone. The house was littered with empty whiskey bottles and filled with the stink of cigar smoke so his German bully buddies had obviously kept him company.
    The delight warming her core turned cold as their dispute