Georgie of the Jungle by J.A. Bailey Read Free Book Online

 
    Chapter
1: Lost and Alone
    With
a groan, Georgina clambered to her feet and gazed around. A haze of greens
greeted her and she rubbed at her eyes to clear them. As she stood, her head
pounded and whirled. Pressing her palm to her forehead, she threw her hand out
for support and grasped the rough bark of a tree.
    The
haze disappeared and the sight of the thick jungle vegetation greeted her. Her
stomach sank as she stared up the embankment that loomed over her. God knows
how long she’d been unconscious. She listened carefully for any voices but only
the sound of birds and the occasional monkey greeted her.
    The
rest of the party was probably long gone by now. Who knew if they’d even notice
her missing? Without her fiancé, Harry, accompanying her, there was no one in
the tour group that knew her.
    Harry
would realise soon enough though. He would come for her. Well, that is if he
wasn’t too busy, she thought bitterly.
    Georgina
eyed the slope she had slipped down. It was ridiculously steep with wild,
gnarly trees growing out of it. She probably knocked her head on one of those.
Lord knows she didn’t remember hitting the bottom of the slope.
    Wincing
as her head throbbed again, she chewed at her lip. Should she try to climb it?
Even if she made it to the top, she’d never find her way back to the hotel.
Georgina had a notoriously bad sense of direction, something Harry loved to
tease her about.
    Still,
she might have a better chance of discovery if she was on the track the tour
guides used. She shuddered at the thought of spending a night in the jungle.
    Though
she had no way to tell the time, the sun shimmered brightly through the thick
jungle canopy. It couldn’t be much later than midday. Harry would still be with
his client. Damn, she should never have agreed to this. Take a break , Georgie ,
he’d said. Explore the world. Live a little.
    How’s
this for living, Harry? Lost in the middle of the bloody jungle. She’d be lucky to make it out alive.
What if a wild beast decided she would make a tasty meal or a…a snake, God
forbid, liked the look of her?
    What
Harry had failed to mention was that this was not to be a leisure trip for him.
Georgina sighed. And she had so hoped they could have some time together.
Between her mother and Harry’s work commitments, they were lucky to get any
time alone.  With the wedding looming, she really needed to talk to him.
    Gripping
onto a tree trunk, she began the precarious climb up the embankment. The soil
gave way underneath her feet and she squealed, clamping her hand around the
tree until the bark bit into her hands. Taking a breath, she put another foot
in front and continued the climb. That’s it, Georgie, one step at a time.
    Bloody
Harry, this was all his fault. If she hadn’t been so bored at the hotel, she
never would have signed up for this tour. Who wanted to trek around a hot,
predator-filled jungle anyway?
    A
hysterical laugh bubbled out of her mouth. Poor Harry, he was so occupied with
work that he hadn’t even realised she was having doubts about the wedding. In
fact, he hadn’t even noticed that she’d started faking her orgasms. Poor, poor
Harry. Never realising quite why she had to sneak off for a nap every now and
then, or have a long, long bath. He even heard her moaning once as she
masturbated but he still didn’t twig. Thank God. He’d probably offer to help
and then she’d have to pretend. Not once had a man made her come with his
hands.
    The
ground underneath her feet gave way again and she scrabbled wildly for
purchase, wrenching her arm as she skidded over the ground. Soil filled her
mouth and eyes as she cried out and the rough terrain cut into her skin.
    Skidding
to a halt, Georgina pulled herself to sitting and scrubbed a hand across her
face, spitting the dirt from her mouth. A wash of despair flooded over her and
she sagged. What was she going to do? Should she try to find her way back? Always stay where you are and I’ll find you