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“Sweetheart, if you want anything to eat or drink, we have an unlimited open tab at the cabana house.”
“Okay.” I nod, following his finger. And I still can’t believe he bought that necklace!
“What are you thinking?” His question brings me back to the present. I wonder if I was wearing my thoughts on my face.
“That you have to be seriously insane to spend that kind of money on a necklace.” He laughs, dismissing my concern.
“Not that big of a deal!” I look at him. He acts like it was nothing.Thenhow much were my earrings, really?I wonder.
“I saw the tag Quinton,” I whisper, “it was forty-five thousand dollars!” Who does that? Can do that? That’s like a car, and he barely knows me!
“Amelia stop worrying.” Quinton clasps his hands around my cheeks, covering my lips with his. “Now this is what I like.” He hums a little as he nudges the tip of my nose with his before he covers my lips with an open-mouth kiss, dipping his sexy tongue in my mouth; my tongue is immediately drawn to him like a magnet. His lips are soft and sensual, leaving my taste buds wrapped in desire and gin.
“I love this,” I whisper into his neck, dropping little kisses. “I want to see you in your suit.” I grab his shorts from the bag. “Here.”
“Fine, but I’m stripping off this dress first.” I laugh as he unzips and pulls it over my head.
“Dude, you’re going to have a fucking hard on the rest of the day.” I look at Michael, who is grinning his approval.
“Well, you’re not saying anything?” I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“I’m glad we had a quickie,” he whispers. He nods at Tierra grinning. “Tierra, I owe you a huge thank you gift. Just pick it and it’s yours.” I laugh at him now visibly gawking.
“Lioness is flawless.” Gerry grins. “We love this. I’m helping you shop when we get back to Jacksonville. We can have cocktails and spend Quinton’s money.” I laugh at him, as I look at Quinton.
“Absolutely!” Quinton smirks holding me.
“Okay you stripped my coverup—go get your suit on,” I tease as I push him towards the cabana house. “So we can be graced by the fineness you’re hiding.”
Gerry and Marcus each have an arm looped through mine. “On that note, let’s get a rum punch,” Gerry sings. We walk to the cabana house for drinks. “Now Lioness, you are sizzling in that bikini.” I laugh, dismissing him. “Flaunt it while you got it to flaunt. Boss likes skimpy lingerie and his women hot. The fact he’s into you should be a huge ego boost for you.” I smirk at Gerry. “Don’t look at me like that girl, I know him.”
“Three coconuts with rum,” Marcus orders as I excuse myself to visit the ladies room. Of course it’s nice … as with everywhere Quinton has taken me. There’s a first-class toilet room with a lounge area. I smile as I walk by some chatty cats. I can hear them judging me. Quickly I hang a right into the first stall, just to get out of their sight. Hopefully they’ll be gone before I’m done.
One of the girls laugh. “Oh hey Monica did you see who’s here this weekend?”
“Shut up!” I hear who I can only assume is Monica. I start to flush, but pause when her friend starts to talk about someone named Quinton.
“What was his name … Mon … Quinton something?”
“Starks,” she hisses. Then she laughs. “Quinton donkey hung Starks.” They’re all laughing and making lewd comments.Well, shit now I’ve got to stand in the stall and listen.“He must be here partying this weekend.”
“Yeah well, he made it clear when he tossed you out as soon as y’all finished, he doesn’t hit it twice!” I gasp into my hands, listening.
“Yeah, that was a real shit move,” I hear another friend sympathizing.
“Yeah … he was hot … don’t get me wrong. But looking back, he was such an arrogant ass. He literally finished with me and went to the next …”
“He played you like a fine-tuned guitar.” I hear them snicker a bit and her friend tells her to shut up as I flush and open the stall door. I’m about to vomit, but I need to see who he hooked up with.
“Not to mention he’s seriously rich,” another one pipes in. I just roll my eyes, as I walk to the mirror and begin washing my hands. Why are they freaking staring at me? I look at them, at her with almost a growl, and back at myself.Yep Amelia, you aren’t his type. She’s model worthy, blond, skimpy and looks easy.I feel like I’m about to vomit, looking at the sexy vixen in the mirror. That’s what he’s termed me, after all,a vixen!I adjust my suit—the suit he told Tierra I would wear— and run my fingers through my hair.
“Hey!” One of the girls ask, me bringing me from my thoughts. “Why do you look familiar … are you a model?”
I laugh. “No. Hmm, I’m not from around here. Just visiting this weekend.”
“No … no … I know I’ve seen your face … somewhere …” I shrug sharing a look between the group. Her friend Monica rolls her eyes uninterested, almost with a growl on her face as she watches me. I can tell she’s sizing me up.
Monica pipes up, “If you’re not a model … why the fuck are you in a fifteen-hundred-dollar bikini?” My shock is evident, she bellows out a designer’s name, I don’t even know what it is at this point, I’m so floored. “Are you hoping to land one of the millionaires who visit the island?” She rolls her eyes. “Sassing your ass around, screaming ‘hey look at me.’ You trying to get noticed by the guys?” Is this drunk cat serious? I’m stunned by the disgust in her voice.
