Free Trouble in Paradise by Capri Montgomery Page A

pants was.
     
    “I’m holding you to that.”
     
    She took hold of his hand and pulled him toward the shopping area. Maybe she would sneak away and buy something sexy for tonight. She was always more bikini cut panties, cotton was comfortable and breathable. But maybe for tonight she should go for lace. She only had two pair of lace boy-short panties and both were still at home. She wasn’t exactly expecting to make love with Sterling and there wasn’t anybody else she wanted so why bring the lace when she wasn’t planning to need them? Well, lesson learned because the lace would be a sweet deal for him when he went to take her panties off her.
     
    “No, I can’t do that,” she mumbled. Sneaking off wasn’t an option.
     
    “Do what?” Sterling turned her to face him.
     
    “Oh I was thinking out loud. Ignore me.”
     
    “Not a chance. Do what?”
     
    “I was thinking I would sneak away and buy something special for you.”
     
    “Not a chance,” he said sternly.
     
    “That’s what I thought.”
     
    “You don’t need to buy me anything.”
     
    “Well it wasn’t for you per se. I would be wearing it—panties—lace.”
     
    He looked her over from head to toe. “I’m sure whatever panties you have on now will be fine. Besides, with how I feel right now I’m more likely to rip them off you, not pull them off you.”
     
    “Oh,” she formed a sexy o-shape with her mouth. There wasn’t a need to go buy something lacy and expensive if he was just going to shred it anyway.
     
    “Now if you don’t stop setting my libido on fire we’re going to have to find someplace where I can pull down those sexy pants of yours and take you now.”
     
    She giggled. “That is oh so tempting…but no. Let’s just focus on the outing. It will take your mind off my body until we get back to the house.”
     
    “Nothing is going to take my mind off that body of yours, Bambi. Nothing at all.”
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    “A ll right let’s take a break people.” Jonathan called it and Bambi was ready for it. She loved what she did. She loved filming the video. But the rigorous schedule combined with worrying about looking over her shoulder had her near exhaustion today. She knew it was crazy. Sterling had made sure somebody was with her each day. Today it was Emerson watching over her, but still she had that uneasy feeling that something bad was going to happen.
     
    “Crazy,” she had told herself. It had been nearly a week and she hadn’t seen any sign of that jerk bastard rapist anywhere around the island. She needed to relax. Of course telling herself to relax and actually relaxing wasn’t such an easy transition to make. Although she would give herself credit because the past couple days of filming had been more relaxed than previously. She wasn’t making mistakes. She wasn’t having concentration issues on holding some of the yoga poses. Things were relatively normal—except for the bodyguard glued to her day in and day out while filming.
     
    She smiled to herself. Sterling was looking out for her. She had thanked him repeatedly for that and he had told her each time that she didn’t need to thank him. He was wrong. She very much needed to thank him, but she didn’t want to annoy him with thanks either so she was trying not to utter the words every five minutes. It helped that he was working out of the hub today while she was working down on the beach. It wasn’t a private spot, but it was so secluded that they hadn’t seen more than one person jog past them and that woman was so far down toward the waterline that it hadn’t caused a problem with filming. She liked the private locations better, but she understood the director’s point of view too. Having more backgrounds in the video would be inspiring. It was almost as if the people had traveled to Tahiti with her.
     
    Being at a distance from Sterling’s working location meant he wasn’t showing up every hour on the hour which meant