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He exhales and smoothes his hair. I wonder what it looks like loose—long and wild. A gorgeous guy with a pretty face. If only he was my type.
“Listen”—Marlow gets up, stretching his hand and helping me up—“just lay low, let this current development go where it goes. Then it will be your turn, yeah?”
He fishes out another joint and a lighter and passes it to me like it’s a pacifier. Fucker knows how to work people.
“So.” I narrow my eyes at him as I snatch it and carefully slide it in the too-small pocket of my cotton shorts. “That escort party tonight.”
He chuckles and blinks away. “Women from the resort are not allowed. It’s strictly for guys.”
“Uh-huh.” I follow him to the Quad, and as I take my place behind Marlow, I bring my lips to his ear. “I want to know where it is and how to get in.”
24
KATURA
It’s evening,and my body is slightly but pleasantly sore from walking. But boredom gnaws at me as I finish my dinner on the deck. I enjoy the orange-pink sky over the liquid-metal surface of the ocean in the distance as I stuff my face with grilled shrimp. I hope they keep it coming. I haven’t had a good meal like this in months.
It’s getting dark, and the next thing on my agenda is crashing Archer’s escort party. I wish I had something better to wear than a yoga outfit. But I have a very slim chance of getting in anyway. I’ll just observe. Get a peek of what’s up.
Over a dozen high-class escorts from the mainland is a steep price to pay for entertainment. But then, what else do the rich spend money on here?
Marlow said that the party usually happens at the main guest villa that has over fifteen rooms. A small group branches off to Archer’s crib—crème de la crème, so to speak.
That’s where I want to be. Maybe I’ll spot Mr. Chancellor in action.
My blood pumps adrenalin as I walk briskly through the night, the resort lights bright, the island alive with people dressed nicely walking and riding to and fro.
I want decent clothes. At least jeans. Makeup would be nice. Mr. Chancellor is probably into lip gloss, fake eyelashes, and immaculate tans. So my only seduction option is to take him by surprise.
I am not fixated. But he is the key to my success here. If I don’t get in, at least I get to study him like a guinea pig.
Cliff Villa is impossible to miss. I’m surprised the glow from its many lights is not seen from the Eastside.
I spot a guard at the gate from a hundred feet away as I approach.
Shit.
Plan B. I back away and take a smaller path that goes down the hill and veers toward the villa’s Eastern gate. Yeah, I scouted the area earlier today.
But there is a guard there too.
This is strange, considering the gate was wide open and not guarded during the day. Unless some women on this island don’t take the no-women rule kindly and Archer has obsessive fans. I wouldn’t be surprised.
Plan C.
I have many. Always come prepared.
I walk further down the path, and just where the bushes get thicker, hiding in the growing darkness, I see that the fence there is lower. I jump up onto the stone edge, throw my feet over it and jump down onto a grassy path. God bless landscape designers, who always take into consideration the gardeners’ logistics.
The infinity pool towers over me, the neon-blue water cascading with a loud whisper into the lower dam level. I am at the bottom of the property, and start making my way along the dark path toward the brighter area where the booming music gets louder and the laughter and voices more pronounced.
The villa is beautifully lit up inside and outside. The pool area is neon blue. There are several people at the terrace, more at the pool.
A girl in a bikini floats in a big party float in the pool. Two people are snorting lines off the glass cocktail stand. One guy is making out with another girl.
The escort women are beautiful, and I’m slightly jealous. One is squealing as a buff guy throws her in the pool, then jumps in.
I stay in the shadows, hiding behind the trees and bushes.
