Free Flawless Danger (The Spencer & Sione #1) by Rachel Woods Page A

sassy, mischievous gaze, and then she was gone.

chapter 18

    San Ignacio, Belize
    Belizean Banyan Resort - Honeymoon Casita

    Back at her casita, Spencer put the banker’s box on the kitchen table and then went to the bedroom to take off the shorts that were way too short and the tank top that barely contained her breasts.
    Changing into a University of Houston T-shirt and yoga pants, she thought about the encounter with the resort owner, wondering if she had blown her chance to get close to him. Their meeting this afternoon hadn’t been part of her grand scheme.
    When the front desk called about the package, she had to scramble to come up with a game plan, knowing she couldn’t miss the opportunity to see him; hence, the slutty clothes.
    Letting it all hang out for the resort owner’s viewing pleasure irritated her, but she’d had to start laying the groundwork for Step Two , which meant she had to first figure out if he was even attracted to her. If he had a fetish for redheads or skinny girls with flat asses, she would be finished before she started.
    Had the abundance of cleavage and the hourglass curves turned him on or not? Spencer wasn’t sure. It was too soon to tell. His hazel gaze was hypnotic but hard to fathom.
    She thought she might have caught him looking at her boobs, but she wouldn’t swear to that, even though she’d had them on permanent display and had made an effort to lean forward provocatively every chance she could.
    She might have been too provocative though. There was a fine line between desirability and desperation. She might have crossed it.
    Returning to the kitchen, Spencer made a beeline for the refrigerator, opened it, and grabbed a bottle of complimentary Pinot Grigio. Spencer opened the wine and wondered if she should have engaged in a bit of double entendre instead. She could have planted a suggestion in his mind and made him think he wanted her.
    It could be an effective trick, but you had to be careful. A double entendre required sexualizing a seemingly innocent word or phrase. Sometimes, you could end up sounding more corny than salaciously clever. Spencer sighed and took a glass from the overhead cabinet.
    Things were always easier with older guys. They were half-demented and enjoyed the silly pseudo-sexual back and forth banter. Young guys didn’t get it, or if they did get it, they weren’t savvy enough to know how to respond.
    Anyway. Whatever.
    Maybe the revealing tank top had worked, after all. Cleavage and hard nipples, a winning combination. The one-two punch. Knocked ‘em out every time, Rae had told her. It would be nice not to have to rely on a double-D push-up bra, but Ben didn’t expect her to entice Sione Tuiali’i with her personality, intelligence, and charitable demeanor. Beauty and charm, those were the tricks of her trade.
    She’d gone to college and received a degree in marketing. But, her education didn’t matter. What mattered was the way she looked. All Ben wanted her to be was what she was—gorgeous and sexy.
    She swallowed the wine in a few gulps and then opened the banker’s box. Staring at the contents, she rolled her eyes. “What the hell?”
    Two hours later, lounging on the couch, Spencer was still talking to her sisters, Rae and Shady, on a three-way connection. They’d been on the phone for the past hour and a half, which was how long it had taken Spencer to catch them up on everything from her arrival in Belize to the moment when she’d raised the lid off the banker’s box.
    “Xanax,” Spencer said, reaching for the wine bottle she’d put on the coffee table.
    “Xanax?” Rae asked.
    “Like the pills for depression?” Shady asked.
    “No, not depression. Anxiety,” she said and then explained how she had opened the box, not knowing what to expect, and had been shocked to find three boxes of Xanax. “But it wasn’t really Xanax in those boxes.”
    “So, what was really in the boxes of Xanax?” Shady asked.
    Spencer told them,