BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief by Savannah May Read Free Book Online

glistening. Uh-huh, way too sure of his power and that voice, the creamy French accent could read The Ten Commandments and make it sound dirty.
    The press of people at the bar had thinned as the hour progressed around toward dawn. A hand touched her attentive new friend's ripped shoulder and he turned to engage in a rabble of furious conversation that her high school French was simply not up to. Jesusfreakingchrist was there a single person on this far-flung heaven that wasn't eye-popping delicious? The new arrival was a slightly smaller version of French candy, same taut muscles under tight tee only in a more compact package. Swept back light brown hair and exceptionally deep eyes of a color hovering around sea green. Indie had never seen two more divine hunks of man go at it and she was after all used to working with male models fairly regularly. Those primpers rarely engage in heated discussion or take the time to seduce a girl, they're too busy looking in the mirror. People outside the industry think it's a stereotype, but us girls joked about it all the time- there is something vastly unattractive about a man who can only love his reflection.
    Indie swiveled around on the stool to watch the two talking fast and heated, not a fight, more a persuasion, a battle of wills to dominate. Conversation could be very interesting when you don't understand the words and have to listen through body language which they say is the strongest part of communication. This one was also sexy as hell as the muscles in two torsos rippled and flexed beneath tight tees in their own dispute.
    When the discussion between the two combatants became more tempestuous and began to attract interest from the couples all around, ramping up their physical fascination in each other getting ready to take it somewhere more private, gorgeous one grabbed the other hunk's arm and led him out to the parking lot.
    “Are you causing trouble already?” Sasha appeared from behind the bar as the gold metal front door slammed shut on the two fiery hunks. She was followed immediately by Patrice, who popped champagne for everyone left standing at the end of the night.
    “Nothing to do with me, just minding my own business all by my lonesome.” A naughty picture of faux innocence stuck to her face.
    “Sorry about that, it's the only chance I got to see him in over a week.”
    “No worries, I've been amusing myself just fine, however I am ready to keel over of this stool.”
    “I know, you must be completely knackered after that flight without happy pills. Come on let's go home.” As she kissed Patrice goodnight rather more lingering that was good for public performance, Indie felt a pang in her heart at not getting to say her own goodnight. The raven-haired Frenchie was over confident in the extreme but when he pressed just a little too close, something had ignited her senses all the way down to her peep-toes. Dang, get a grip why don't you? He is not goodnight material.
    “You surely aren't going to drive,” Indie said as Sash strode across the lot to her car.
    “Of course. Stop being such a goodie-girl, it's different here.” Reluctantly, with no option, Indie opened the passenger door just as a gleaming black truck swerved into the lot and screeched to a halt beside them. The door flew back on its heavy hinge as the heavenly hound from the bar swung his slim hips off the black leather seat. The dipping dance in Indie's heart flew into her throat as he halted in front of her, suddenly tongue-tied with nothing to say. Sasha stopped mid-way getting into the car.
    “Hi, Damien. You okay?” she asked, confused at to what was happening between the two people in front of her staring stupidly at each other. Damien. Damn you Damien you are so fucking hot. He stood in front of Indie, eyes locked, struggling for words, a reason to be there.
    “Hi, Sasha. Er, how are you?”
    “I'm fi-ine.” She was looking back and forth between them, curious.
    “Well, okay good