A Player for A Princess: Dirty Players Duet #2 by Tia Louise Read Free Book Online Page B

pocket, looking up at the sexy man walking to me, wanting to take me out of this life I’ve built.
    “Had enough of paradise?” I tease.
    Suspicion is in his eyes. It’s in his lowered brow and the way his mouth is a straight line. “No, I was just thinking I’m more a fan of Blue Lagoon than The Old Man and the Sea .”
    Shaking my head, I tease, hoping to move us away from my phone call. “Always with the breasts. I’m not as pretty as Brook Shields.”
    He catches me by the belt loops, jerking my pelvis against his. “I’m tired of arguing. Let’s get naked.”

6
    Suspicions
    Cal
    I sit on the sand watching Zelda pace as she talks on her phone. She’s doing it again. I can’t protect her when she hides from me, and I’m losing patience with the secretive phone calls and partial information.
    She’s talking to Seth. He’s pulling her into another web, and from where I’m sitting it can only lead to danger.
    Logan has been keeping tabs on Wade and Reggie since they disappeared from Monagasco. They popped up again in Turkey only to be lost in the sea of Syrian refugees headed north. Last week one of our agents spotted my uncle in Morocco. It’s the last stop before crossing the Atlantic, and he’s had plenty of time to make it here.
    Tortola is beautiful, and Zelda is equally gorgeous prancing around in skimpy cutoffs with her long, sexy legs on full display. I want to see her in a bikini on the beach, and I want to take that bikini off her and fuck her in the ocean. Still, every moment we stay, my tension grows. We can come back and enjoy the island when I’m satisfied we’ve dealt with the current threat.
    I walk slowly toward where she’s pacing, arguing with that bastard. Her long blonde hair swishes around her shoulders, and she’s so beautiful. I wonder what it will take for her to let this shit go.
    She sees me getting closer, and her demeanor changes. She ends the call and shoves her phone in her pocket, fueling the irritation rising in my chest.
    “We should head back to the villa,” she says, only a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I’d love to take a swim, and then we can change and head to Bomba’s Shack for dinner? They have a full moon party.”
    Stopping in front of her, I place a hand on her waist and pull her to me. Her eyes are heavy with guilt, and I reach up to trace my thumb along the side of her jaw. “Is tonight the full moon?”
    Her throat moves as she swallows. She does a little nod, and I know my impatience is clear in my expression. I want her to go to Monagasco with me willingly, but I’m one secret away from taking her home by force.
    “You have the keys,” I say, releasing her.
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    W e’re alone at the villa. I’m standing on the balcony in my swim trunks and an unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt while I wait for Zelda to change. Taking out my phone, I shoot Logan a quick text.
    Any news?
    It doesn’t take long for him to respond. Nothing, but we’re watching everything. If either of them arrives on the island, we’ll know about it.
    The noise of a splash draws my attention from my phone and I look across the yard to see Zelda already in the large, L-shaped pool below. I watch her swim a moment until I realize… she’s not wearing a swimsuit.
    I place my phone on the desk just inside the master bedroom before heading down the wide stairs to the first level. I’m crossing the lawn in record time, following the winding stone walkway through palm trees and past metal statues of herons and other fauna to the blue tile-lined swimming pool.
    “You didn’t wait for me,” I say, watching her a moment. The water is clear, and even though she’s submerged to the neck, I can see everything below. “Did you forget to pick up a swimsuit?”
    “No…” her voice is high, thoughtful. “I just realized we have this enormous place all to ourselves. Who needs swimsuits?”
    “It’s a valid point.” Sliding the shirt off my shoulders, I push my swim trunks down