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  Her mother coughed a few times and each one made Eva’s heart ache. The coarse sound caused her stomach to flip over in worry. She should be there, not a thousand miles away.

  “Are you okay, Mom?” Eva’s voice was frantic.

  “I’m fine, sweetie. Don’t worry about this old woman. You spend so much time taking care of me, and not enough time living your own life. I’m so proud of you for graduating, but you need some balance. You need to start enjoying yourself, and focus on worrying about your own future soon.” Her mother spoke softly. There was something foreboding about her tone.

  “Don’t talk like that, Mommy. You’re going to outlive all of us,” she said in an attempt to console her the older woman. Although, if she was completely honest—the words were mostly for herself. She knew that her mother’s health had been declining rapidly over the past year.

  “We’ll see. Shouldn’t you be at the beach by now?” her mother asked smoothly to change the subject.

  “It’s storming pretty badly over here,” Eva explained. She leaned against a wall and felt comforted by the pressure against her back.

  “I hope it clears up soon! I know how much you love the ocean,” her mother said kindly. “You haven’t been on vacation since you were... how old?”

  “Ten, I think,” Eva said softly. A sad smile touched her lips. It was one of the few truly happy memories she had of her family being together and carefree. “Well, I’ll let you go, Mom. You saw that I organized all your medicine for every day I’m gone? And the list I made that has what you’re supposed to eat?” Eva was afraid of something going wrong and had made sure everything had been taken care of before she left.

  Her mother laughed lightly over the phone. “Of course, sweetie. I think you made it impossible to miss.”

  Eva blushed slightly at the tone in her mother’s voice. She knew how overprotective she could get, and sometimes she might even go a little too far. I did use an awful lot of sticky notes, she thought to herself. “Good. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

  “I always do,” her mother said sweetly. “Give Nicole my best—and for heaven’s sake! Promise me you’ll try to have a good time and not just stay inside and read the whole time.”

  “Yes, Mom,” Eva said with a small smile.

  “Go have fun, dear. Please? Let loose a little. Do it for me.”

  “I will,” Eva said softly before hanging up the phone. She turned around and walked back over to the beds. She noticed that a bit of light had started peeking through the curtain. Pulling the corner of the fabric aside to look out, she was rewarded by the warmth of warm sunbeams streaming through the dark clouds. She remained frozen for a moment, soaking them up appreciatively. Finally, her lips began to curve in a bold smile. “Nicole, wake up.”

  The dark-haired woman, who had been sound asleep this entire time, stirred from her rest. She groaned as she was roused. “What?” her voice was hoarse and dry.

  “The rain went away, so if you want to go downstairs and seduce unsuspecting men, we can,” Eva said lightly. She was much more interested in swimming in the ocean, but she figured that this would get Nicole’s attention.

  “I’m awake,” Nicole said, tossing the covers off her legs. She sprang into action quickly, almost comically.

  Eva shook her head as she watched Nicole disappear into the bathroom to get ready. Using the privacy, she rummaged through her suitcase until she found her red bikini. It was one of her favorites. The hips were connected by gold chains that drew attention to her natural curves. The top covered her breasts modestly, though the two halves were also connected by golden links, showing off just the right amount of cleavage.

  She removed her jeans and t-shirt quickly and stepped into her swimwear. There was a mirror against the wall on the other side of the room and she used it to evaluate herself. She ran her fingers down her smooth and shapely legs and was satisfied there was no hair stubble. She lifted her hands to brush her sandy blonde hair back from her face; it was a bit messy, but she was too lazy to find a brush. She was sure that swimming would undo any style she gave it, so she simply let it hang lose around her face.

  The door behind her to the bathroom opened and Nicole stepped out wearing a blue bikini that left little to the imagination. Her large bust was hardly covered by the small triangles on strings, and the bottoms were a thong that rode up and exposed all the flesh of her ass to the world. It was sexy, but never something Eva saw herself wearing.

  “We look hot, baby girl,” Nicole said, moving forward to slap Eva’s ass.

  Eva yelped at the impact and made a face. She had to admit that they did look good together. If she was interested in getting a man, she was more than confident she could do so. Should she? It did seem like a waste to come all this way and not enjoy everything the island had to offer... I’ll wait until after I’ve had a drink or two to decide, she thought to herself. “Alright, Nicole. Let’s make this a week to remember,” she declared. She slung a beach towel around her shoulders and headed for the door.

  Chapter Three

  It was a hunting ground. Lust flowed freely in the late hours on the beach. Music and liquor coursed through the bodies of the young people. They gladly allowed the fall of their inhibitions, completely forgetting the lives they had come from. Andreas hated it out here.

  “Man, is it just me or does the ass get finer every year?” said an upbeat masculine voice.

  Andreas shrugged his shoulders casually. “I think it’s more likely that your standards get lower every year,” he replied back coolly. He glared at his younger brother for a moment before his face broke out into a grin.

  “You cheeky bastard,” said Tyler, clapping his brother on the back. “I forgot that you’re too good for this crowd. You pride yourself on being high and mighty with your empty bed.”

  “No. I just don’t pride myself on quantity,” Andreas said as his eyes scanned the crowd of gyrating tourists. He could never understand the need to pump one’s body full of drugs or alcohol to have a good time. If his brother had not begged him to be his wingman, he surely would have found something better to do.

  “Alright, Sex Guru,” Tyler said with a mocking bow. “Your sage wisdom has gotten you how many lasting relationships?” He already knew the answer, but never missed an opportunity to rub it in.

  “Don’t go there, little bro,” Andreas said with a narrowing of his eyes. At times, Andreas wondered whether he’d avoid talking to Tyler altogether if he hadn’t been a blood relative. The younger man’s views on sexual conquest bothered him greatly, not to mention Tyler’s insistent use of his failed relationship to justify screwing around.

  “Maybe if you told women what you do, you’d get more dates,” his brother said, lifting his eyebrows suggestively.

  “Have you no shame?” Andreas asked with a small growl. The idea of using the money and business he inherited from the death of their parents to score with women was repulsive, not to mention stupid.

  “None,” Tyler said with a sly grin. “So, I’m going to go fuck some nubile college girl on spring break. You go look for that special connection,” he said mockingly, “and meet back here when no one lives up to your ridiculous standards.” He walked off, beer in hand, eager to sate his hunger.

  Andreas scowled at his brother’s words as he stood alone in the crowd of people. He would never admit it, but he did sometimes wonder if his younger brother was right. He did have high standards that often resulted in loneliness and bitterness. Sometimes he did remind himself that life was short, and he should probably try talking to women. But the terrible experiences in his past made him wary and guarded. He promised himself long ago that he would never lower his standards. Not even if it meant being alone forever. The unpleasant concept gave him a bit of a morbid shiver.

  It was in this moment of self-pity that he heard a sweet voice among the partying crowd. His eyes scanned the area until he found the source of the musical tones.

  Two women were walking close
to him to get to the bar. One wore a blue bikini that only just barely covered her large bust. Her hair was shoulder-length and dark, and her eyes flashed a brilliant green in the fading light.

  “Come on, girl! Have a shot!” the woman in blue shouted at her friend.

  Her voice was shrill and piercing, and he concluded that it wasn’t her. His eyes drifted to her friend. His brow arched as he studied the more demure-looking woman. Her modest red bikini encased her well-formed breasts. She had long blonde hair, the color inspiring images of a lioness. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses and he longed to peer into those orbs.

  “Don’t rush me,” the woman in red snapped back. “You know how I hate shots.”

  She was the source of the sweet voice that had caught his attention. Even when angry, her voice was soft and gentle. Andreas smiled to himself as he watched the pair banter back and forth in a way not dissimilar to his own relationship with his brother.

  “Alright, alright. Just have some fun with me already,” the woman in blue said softly. She smiled at her friend broadly as the shots were poured and eagerly handed the glass to her friend.

  “I am having fun, see?” the woman in red reached for the shot and threw the amber liquid down her throat. Her face contorted in discomfort, obviously not used to liquor. “This is me, having fun. Happy?” she said irritably, taking a seat at one of the bar stools.

  “Oh, Eva,” her friend said, smiling with pride. “That’s what I’m talking about. Let all those hours of studying drown away as you become inebriated with god’s greatest gift. Rum.” Her friend started giggling madly as she drank her liquor a little more eagerly.

  “Nicole, did you just go to school just to figure out fancy ways to say ‘shitfaced’?” Eva asked with a smirk.

  “No, I went to college for the abundance of cock and alcohol. Learning how to speak fancy was just a happy byproduct of my environment,” Nicole said shamelessly.

  Eva removed her sunglasses and her bright blue eyes scowled at her friend. “You know what? I’m not even going to justify that with a response,” she said and shook her head irritably. “Just don’t get pregnant.”

  The sight of Eva’s eyes stunned Andreas and he was glad he hadn’t gone to introduce himself yet. He’d be a nervous wreck. He chuckled to himself as they went on; the unabashed sexuality of Nicole amused him greatly, but Eva’s words captivated him. The level of confidence that she used to handle her friend’s behavior was to be admired. But there was something in the way that she carried herself that drew his eyes to her body. He found himself imagining what it would be like to sink his fingers into her flesh.

  He cleared his throat at the sudden image and walked around to the other side of the bar to order himself a shot. He needed something to steady his nerves. Even though he knew that he was fairly attractive, he still felt shy when approaching a girl. Like Tyler said, he had ridiculous standards, and he knew that any women that interested him was a woman not to be taken lightly.

  “On the prowl, Andreas?” the bartender asked him with a sly smile.

  Andreas shook his head and returned the smile out of politeness. “You know me, James. I don’t prowl. Tyler asked me to be his wingman,” he said with irritation.

  “Oh yeah, where is that boy anyway?” the bartender asked as he poured the shot into a small glass and slid it to Andreas.

  “Off… prowling. I guess he didn’t need me to be his wingman after all,” Andreas said as he accepted the shot. After a brief moment of hesitation he downed the liquid all in one go. Just like the girl he was admiring, he also wasn’t used to drinking heavily. But he figured that it was a good time to be bolder than usual.

  James laughed and picked up a glass to idly clean in an attempt to appear busy. “Don’t be too hard on him. I think he just wants you to get over Marissa. This was just another lame excuse to get you out of that damn castle.”

  Andreas canted his head to the side and gripped his glass at the mention of her name. His nostrils flared uncontrollably. “Does everyone know about that?”

  “We’re on an island,” James said as if that explained everything.

  “Right.” Andreas sat down on a stool, feeling defeated. Almost uncontrollably, his eyes wandered back over to Eva and her friend.

  James noticed this and nudged Andreas’ arm gently. “Go talk to her man,” he said encouragingly, “you know what they say. You can’t get over heartbreak until you’ve met someone else.”

  Andreas sighed and lifted his shoulders in a shrug of surrender. He knew that James was right. If he wanted to meet someone, he couldn’t stay locked up in his home and surround himself with work. He needed to take charge of his life the same way he took charge of the casinos and hotels in the area that his father had left him. “Give me another shot,” he said, turning to James with determination.

  It took another three shots and Eva’s friend walking away for him to finally gather the courage to approach her. The girls had moved to the dance floor, and he was becoming more and more mesmerized by watching the sway of Eva’s body. It was too difficult to keep away anymore. He stood up from his stool and strode the distance with confidence fueled by alcohol. He gazed at her shapely thighs as she danced in the sand, her body flowing with the music that filled the air. He actually stopped his walk to watch her for just a little longer, before he interrupted her good time with what he imagined might be an unwanted advance.

  Chapter Four

  Eva downed her sixth shot. She was very much a lightweight—under normal circumstances, anything stronger than wine was out of the question. But these were not normal circumstances. The cool air and damp sand squirmed under her toes. The Caribbean sunset in the darkening sky, along with the energy from the other people dancing around her, inspired a wild streak she didn’t know she had. When Nicole approached her with two drinks in her hands, Eva grabbed hers and pounded it back easily. The burning of the alcohol was less now than when she started.

  “God damn, girl!” Nicole shouted over the music of the outdoor bar.

  “What?” Eva slurred with a mad grin on her face. She was enjoying the feeling of the soft sand in between her toes as she danced without restraint. The pulsing music filled her ears and she allowed her body to bend and twirl with the beat. Now that she had consumed far more than her limit, she began to take notice of the men on the beach. Even some of the women caught her eye. “Isn’t this what you told me to do—have fun?” she said with a laugh.

  “I guess so. Be right back. I’ll get you some water,” Nicole said with a soft smile. She was glad that Eva was having a good time. In the six years that they had known one another, she had never seen Eva drink so heavily. She couldn’t help worrying a little.

  Eva hardly noticed her friend’s departure as she continued to move with the music. She placed her hands in her hair, feeling the sensuality of the beat throbbing in her core. She felt alive. She felt more at ease than she could remember feeling in the longest time. She continued to let the music blissfully carry her away, and she even closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation more. She was startled when her foot sunk into a dip in the sand, and her ankle twisted. She gasped as she lost her balance.

  She immediately tensed up, expecting the impending impact with the sand. Surely gravity would have its way with her and she would feel the embarrassing impact of the earth smacking her in the face. It never came. Her eyes opened slowly and she found herself supported by strong, masculine arms. Her eyes traveled up to look into the face of her savior. His features were powerful, yet still young. A pair of deep hazel-green eyes reminded her of soft algae, but his jaw line could have been chiseled from stone. His nose curved slightly, giving him an almost hawk-like appearance. His sandy blond hair was parted to one side. As he looked upon her, his full lips formed a half smirk.

  “Are you alright?” the mysterious man asked.

  The baritone of his voice sent shivers up her spine, and Eva found herself unable to breathe or think clearly for a moment. Where ha
d he come from? He might have been a Greek god who appeared out of thin air just to save her. When she was finally able to breathe, she found herself inhaling the musky, masculine scent of his skin. It was divine. Arousal stirred in her body as electricity coursed through her from his touch. He held her in such an intimate way that she felt herself growing moist at the junction of her thighs.

  “Um… I… yes. I just had a little too much,” she said, laughing at herself in embarrassment and banishing her thoughts. She was vaguely aware that it was the alcohol causing her to think this way about a complete stranger. Her lips formed a soft smile as she looked at the man.

  “I see that,” he said while looking her over appraisingly. “What’s your name?” he asked politely as he continued to hold her close against him. His own groin was becoming swollen as he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest. He gazed down at her long blonde hair falling around her face and full red lips.

  She felt the hardness pressed against her leg and for a moment she forgot her own name. “E…Eva,” she stammered out shyly. She found herself lifting her leg to rub against his erection quite on purpose. She felt him groan at the contact and she felt powerful in that moment. She never allowed herself time for boys, let alone to feel one this close. It was all she could do not to pounce on this gorgeous god in front of everyone.

  “I’m Andreas,” he said smoothly as he reluctantly released her from his grasp.

  She felt her cheeks flush at the sound of his name. Her lips trembled a bit as she continued to look upon him.

  Nicole returned in time to see the pair staring at each other. She carefully observed their closeness as an impish grin spread across her face. “Oh my. Eva, where have you been hiding this one?” She promptly dumped the glass of water she was holding and launched herself at Andreas, plastering her body against his side.