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“I have no idea why you’re being emo...”
Kyr’s nostrils flared in disbelief. Did she just dare – did she actually describe him as being ‘emo’?
“...but seriously, it’s going to be okay.” Her voice rang with sweet sincerity.
If she offered to pray for him now, Kyr thought, he would not be responsible for his actions.
“Just pray to God—-”
“Shut up,” he snapped.
She looked at him with hurt shock, and he almost told her that she was lucky he wasn’t strangling her yet.
“Who the hell are you?”
She frowned up at him. “I’m not telling until you apologize—-”
“I’m going to give you ten seconds,” he interrupted her in a hard voice, “to tell me your name, or you’ll be apprehended by security for trespassing.”
Her eyes widened.
“Nine.”
“You are so nasty!” Her appalled cry was accompanied by a look of incredulity, as if her young, foolish mind couldn’t comprehend that not everyone in the world was a saint.
“Eight.”
“I can’t believe Abram’s your friend!”
Ah. Kyr recognized the name easily. Abram, one of the island’s local flirts, he thought, and no doubt using his connections to win himself some points with the idiot in front of him.
“Six.”
“You skipped seven! You’re cheating!”
“No, I’m just being accurate. Five.”
“Liar!”
“Four.”
“I can’t believe—-”
“Three.”
“You win!” Her grudging tone, combined with her disapproving glare, almost made him smile. Almost. “I asked Abram for a recommendation about where I could snorkel, for a reasonable price, and he told me I could borrow his gear from you.”
Silence.
“Can I?” she asked finally.
Kyr studied her from head to toe, his gaze deliberately insolent as it roamed her form. He took note of the lush red-gold silk of her hair, her creamy skin, and voluptuous curves. He suddenly remembered that he had not fucked a girl for almost a year now, and just as soon as the thought occurred, his cock twitched, as if saying it could do with a fuck.
Kyr glanced back at the girl, and his cock stretched and hardened. He thought dispassionately, I could do worse. And so Kyr heard himself say, “I know a good place to snorkel.”
She looked at him doubtfully, as if waiting for the catch.
Smart of her, Kyr thought. Maybe she wasn’t that much of an idiot, after all. He continued easily, “It won’t cost you a thing, and it comes with free food as well as a ride on my yacht.”
Her eyes went wide, and her lips opened and closed.
She looked, Kyr thought in amusement, very much like a blowfish.
“Did you just say ‘yacht?’” Her voice was faint.
He didn’t answer and simply waited for the inevitable.
And to her credit, she was able to figure out the truth in the next second. “You’re not...Chris, aren’t you?”
“No.” He gave her a devastating smile, and Kyr wasn’t surprised at all that the girl reacted to it like all the others did. The only difference was that her blush seemed genuine enough.
“Who are you then?” she stammered.
“Does it matter?” Excitement was starting to stir in his blood in a way that he had not felt in years. He thought about how she would react to the other things he could show her, in the most intimate ways, and his excitement deepened.
In front of him, she was giving him another one of her ‘blowfish’ looks, and Kyr nearly smirked. A very cute blowfish she made, but it was still a blowfish, and he had never met a woman who could be so unguarded with her expressions like this one was.
“Of course it matters,” she was arguing with him. “I’m not that stupid. I won’t go anywhere with a stranger, especially someone like you.”
He raised a brow. “Someone like me?”
“Too rich for your own good,” she spelled out before hurrying to add red-faced, “No offense meant.”
Kyr mentally rolled his eyes. Didn’t she know that insults lost their power when they were followed by apologies? Pulling out his phone from his board shorts’ pocket, he dialed a number and when it started to ring, he handed it to her. “He will vouch for me.”
“Who is it?” Her tone was extremely suspicious.
Instead of answering, he deliberately surprised her by taking her hand, gently but firmly forcing her slender fingers to open so he could place his iPhone in her palm. “I’ll be waiting by the yacht.” He started walking away.
She gasped. “You are so—-”
“And this time, I’ll give you...” He paused then said generously, “Two minutes.” He heard her gasp again, the sound teeming with frustration, and this time it did make him smile.
Chapter Two
“Master Kyrillos?” The voice that answered the call on the stranger’s phone – the stranger who was not Chris – was immediately familiar to Pollyanna.
“Abram?” she gasped.
The voice on the other end of the line gasped as well. “Is that you, Polly?”
It was Abram!
“Oh God, Polly,” Abram groaned. “Why do you have Master Kyr’s phone? What did you do?”
