Pleasure Island by Anna-Lou Weatherley Read Free Book Online

jump through hoops for her that sometimes she was inclined to forget small details – such as the facts.
    â€˜Well, if you think I’m getting on that plane with him –’she pointed a manicured burgundy nail in Rupert and Angelika’s direction ‘– then you’ve got a long wait ahead of you. I’d rather eat a shit sandwich than spend the next two weeks with that incompetent Eaton-educated arsewipe.’
    JJ laughed out loud, he couldn’t help it. This was a side of Mia Manhattan he hadn’t seen before, though arguably he’d only really seen her on her back. They’d not exactly done much talking since they’d met. But then that suited him fine. During the few occasions they’d actually had dinner together, she had regaled some ‘back in the day’ type tales that had meant nothing to him about people he knew shit about. Way before his time, man. But the woman was still a legend and was kinda hot for an older broad. Besides, the paps had gone fucking ape for them ever since they’d hooked up, giving him some serious exposure which was A-OK with him. He couldn’t be sure that she’d had any sway in the fact that his band had just been signed to Sony in the UK, but it sure as shit hadn’t done him no harm that was for certain. So what if the dudes in the band had ribbed him about fucking Grandma’s pussy. He’d do that shit all day long if it meant his mug shot made the dailies. Joshua Jones had waited for his fifteen minutes all his goddamn life and was prepared to go to any lengths to get them. Screwing a famous woman old enough to be his mother … hell, maybe even Grandmother, was a no fucking brainer. Besides, that cougar was using him just as much as he was using her. He read the papers; she wanted to get back at that old man of hers for boning some young chick behind her back and frankly he was stoked to be of assistance. Anyway, at least she wasn’t giving him bullshit like the chicks his own age did with all their possessive crap, wanting to tie him down and get all exclusive on his ass.
    â€˜Jesus, do I have to do everything myself?’ Turning her back on the woman, Mia reached inside her tote for her phone and pressed her agent on speed dial. ‘This had better be fucking good, Bailey,’ she hissed as it began to ring, ‘fucking good indeed.’

5
    â€˜ G ood morning , ladies and gentlemen, and welcome on board Mr McKenzie’s G650 private, business jet. My name is Aki. I am your flight attendant and I will be serving you for the duration of your flight. Your captain today is Hiro: a very experienced pilot, and Mr McKenzie’s personal favourite.’
    The young woman spoke with authority and a radiant smile as she gestured towards a red, velvet curtain where a pilot with a small, pinched face and severe, slicked-back black hair sat, unsmiling. He saluted the six guests formally, silently, before closing the curtain.
    â€˜I’m afraid I am unable to tell you our exact destination due to strict instructions from Mr McKenzie,’ she explained, ‘but what I can tell you is that you will not be disappointed.’ She paused. ‘First things first, if I may take your watches and mobile phones please. The G650 is as sensitive as she is powerful. This is simply for flight security, you understand,’ she quickly explained, ‘they will be returned as soon as we are airborne.’
    She made her way through the small but palatial cabin with a soft, black, cloth bag.
    â€˜Why can’t we just switch them to airplane mode like usual?’ Billie-Jo enquired, panic settling in her flat stomach. She wasn’t enamoured by the idea of relinquishing her beloved Samsung, nor the diamond Rolex that Nate had gifted her on their wedding day. It was the most expensive thing she owned.
    â€˜I’m afraid I must insist on having both your phone and watch, madam; the plane cannot take