Dudes Down Under by Suzannah Burke Read Free Book Online Page B

what it takes to move on. Not like Vanessa.
    Vanessa had acted as if his betrayal with Karen had been a mere inconvenience. She was an iceberg. It made his head spin with how fast she had accepted the situation, called her lawyers, and left.
    Dammit, I can’t leave Kylie here . “Kylie. Kylie honey. C’mon … easy girl. Shove over and let me take you back to your bungalow. Kylie? It’s me, it’s Tony. C’mon, hon, you gotta get back to your bungalow before anyone else sees you out here like this.”
    Kylie heard the voice. It sounded worried. Nothing to worry about; she was just a little tipsy, was all. The thought was rapidly followed by her hanging across the seat in the buggy and vomiting all over Tony and his nice designer-made pants.
    “ Sooorry,” she managed before throwing up again. Then she passed out cold.
    “ Shit! Ugghh, I stink! Dammit, Kylie, wake up! Oh dammit, now what the hell am I supposed to do with you?”
    He looked around him hoping to see someone - anyone - that could give him a hand. Nobody in sight. Shit!
    The lights of another bungalow glimmered through the trees. It didn’t appear to be too far away. He would need help. He didn’t even know what bungalow Kylie was in. The last thing he needed was for anyone to see him in this state. He looked down at his stinking pants. He wanted to take them off. They felt utterly disgusting. He’d have to see who was in the bungalow first.
    He headed off in the direction of the lights and came to it quickly. Someone was sitting in the dark on the balcony having a cigarette.
    “ Hello, up there,” he called. “Can you give me a hand with something?”
    “ What do you want, Tony?” said his ex-wife.
    “ Fuck … fuck, fuck!” He couldn’t believe his bad luck.
    “ That was never our problem, Tony. What the hell do you want?   What is that stink?”
    “ Kylie Andrews is passed out cold in a buggy a short distance away. I need your help. She threw up all over me. That’s what stinks.”
    “ You must be losing your touch, lover-boy. You never used to have to get them drunk first.”
    “ Not now, Nessa, all right? She’s in a bad way and I wouldn’t like anyone to see her in that condition. Please, it’s not for me, but have some pity on the girl, for fuck’s sake.”
    “ Oh this is really inconvenient. I’m ready for bed, damn it. Oh hell. Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.”
    Vanessa Dayton left the bungalow and hurried down to where her ex-husband stood smoking a forbidden cigarette. She was wearing a short, short diaphanous black baby-doll set, and her long blonde hair hung almost to her tiny waist. Her ex found himself staring and his body responding.
    Oh this is great, just great. Why her? Somebody must hate me.
    “ Okay, how far is she? For God’s sake, take off those disgusting stinking trousers. You’ll make me throw up next.”
    He saw the sense in that statement. He undid his belt and let them drop. They headed down the pathway towards where Kylie was sitting, out cold.
    Their combined efforts to wake her failed, although she was breathing okay. In fact, she was snoring, which made Vanessa Dayton smile. Tony drove the buggy to the base of Vanessa’s bungalow.
    “ Can she stay with you tonight, Nessa? I don’t have any idea what bungalow she’s in, and I can hardly ask at reception dressed as I am.”
    “ Yes, okay. Not much else we can do, is there? Help me get her upstairs and into a tub. She is not going to sleep in my guest room stinking like that.”
    Between them, they managed to half-walk and half-carry Kylie’s semi-conscious form up the stairs and into the bungalow. Vanessa stripped off the ruined clothing and dropped it outside on the balcony. They manipulated her into the enormous bathroom and Tony removed his shirt to hold her upright while Vanessa turned on the shower, ice-cold.
    “ You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Nessa?”
    The beautiful blonde laughed delightedly. “I surely am. This is