Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Okay. Come on, Ginger.”
She smiles. “You two go ahead.” She finishes her champagne, grabs another from a server passing by with a tray of flutes, and leaves the table.
“Excuse me a minute,” I say to Alex.
He nods.
I catch up with Ginger and grab her arm. “Why are you leaving me alone with him?”
“Because three’s a crowd. Go for it, Sienna. He’s obviously into you.”
“We both like bourbon. That hardly makes us soulmates.”
“Who’s looking for a soulmate? For God’s sake, would you try to have fun? Forget about Link or Leon or whatever his name was.”
“Leroy. His name was Leroy.” And we were together for four years, engaged for two. The wedding was supposed to be two months from now.
“Whatever. He was an idiot to let you go, and now you’re on an island full of billionaires.”
“Four billionaires isn’t exactly an island full.”
“It’s more than you’ve seen in one place before, I bet. Let your hair down.”
“Maybe he’s not my type.”
“Gorgeous, wealthy, and well-endowed isn’t your type?”
My cheeks warm. “We don’t know if he’s well-endowed.”
“Are you kidding me? He radiates big dick energy. Dark and brooding and raw sexy. I’ll bet he’s fucking eight inches. You can let me know later.”
“Are you insane? I just met the man.” My belly flutters despite my words.
“You think he’s not gunning to get one of us in the sack? Why else are these men here? They want to get to know each one of us…and I’m sure that means in the biblical sense.”
“Evangeline said—”
“Yes, I know what Evangeline said. We’re not obligated to do anything physical with them. But no one’s going to buy a cow without sampling the milk first. Now get your firm little ass back there before Alex loses interest.” She gives me a soft shove and then walks away.
I draw in a breath and walk over to the bar where Alex waits with two lowball glasses.
He hands one to me, his green-gold gaze burning into me.
“Take a sip, Sienna,” he says, his voice a husky rasp. “And then tell me if Angel’s Envy is the best thing you’ve ever had in your mouth.”
I bring the glass to my lips—
Alex moves toward me, his breath hot against my earlobe. “And trust me. By the end of the evening, no bourbon will be the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”