Billionaire's Island Bride
Chapter 1
“Come on, Erin. Just get it over with.”
She shook her head and bit her lip. That was easy for Robyn to say. Robyn was the daring one but she’d never done anything like this in her life.
“Go for it,” Maria said in support.
Erin could have happily smacked her. Perspiration settled on her brow but it was not from the Caribbean sun that bore down from a cloudless sky. Erin was nervous as hell.
Inhaling deeply she floated her palms on top of the sparkling water of the swimming pool and stared across its length to the knot of men sitting at the pool bar. They were drinking, talking and laughing, their backs to the pool and the swimmers, their lower bodies submerged in water. The pool bar was a popular location and all the concrete stools were taken with a few of the men resorting to standing in the waist high water and leaning on the counter.
“Just do it and get it over with, Erin.” That was Tisha talking.
Erin turned to look back at the group and not for the first time since they’d arrived on the island of Santa Marta she wondered what in heaven’s name she was doing here with them.
They were like a rainbow coalition – Robyn with her pale freckled skin and copper red hair, Maria with her waist length black hair and Latin features, Tisha with her shoulder-length braids and mahogany skin. And then there was her, with her creamy skin and chestnut-brown hair.
But they were not a coalition by any means. She was the odd one out. They were all from wealthy families, privileged girls who thought nothing of making trips to the islands for sun, sea and sand. She, on the other hand, had only made it here through the generosity of Robyn’s parents and their strong suggestion that Erin take a well-deserved break from on-campus work. She’d spent several months with them while in foster care and they’d been very kind. Now, even though years had passed since she’d left, they still insisted on reaching out to her from time to time with small surprises. This trip was a huge surprise.
Robyn had not been pleased at the sudden addition to her travel party but she finally conceded at her parents’ insistence. Erin suspected that she’d given in only because she thought she’d found a readymade gopher for the trip.
Now here she was, caught in a stupid dare, one that her sense of fairness would not let her get out of. The other girls had all performed their assigned tasks which ranged from flirting with strangers to kissing the bartender. And although she’d told them she was not interested she’d been roped into the game. Now it was her turn. She refused to kiss anyone but they’d demanded that she meet them halfway – so she’d agreed to the task: select a man, strike up a conversation, and if he asked her out within two minutes of meeting her she’d win the bet. Stupid? Sure, but she was tired of the harassment and the accusation of being a wet blanket. She’d do it and then tell them to leave her the heck alone.
Tisha swam up to her. “I see a real cutie. Check out the blond-haired guy.”
Following the girl’s finger she stared at the back of a tall, well-built man with spiky hair. As she watched he turned to the man beside him and, laughing out loud, gave him a slap on the back. The blond-haired man seemed friendly enough and probably would not take offense but still, for some reason she had reservations about approaching him. He might like the attention too much.
Surveying the backs of her potential victims Erin’s eyes fell on the strong, lean torso of a dark-haired man. He sat with his back straight although he seemed relaxed in every other way. He was sipping a martini and though he often smiled at the jokes of the other men he seemed more reserved, even aloof. This man, clad in hip-hugging black swim trunks, exuded a power which seemed to draw her to him.
Immediately she knew he would be her target. He looked like a serious kind of guy who would just have a normal conversation with her and then let her go. She didn’t care if he asked her out or not. She just wanted her task to be over.
And that would be the end of that.
Sucking in a deep breath, Erin began a slow wade through the waist-high water. She never took her eyes off the back of her now chosen prey.
She was halfway across the pool when she heard giggling behind her. Turning, she gave the girls a scathing look. They held their hands over their mouths, still sniggering, but thankfully they quieted down. The last thing she needed right now was distraction.
Slowly, Erin turned and continued her slow march through the water. Alright, she was scared but she’d never backed away from a challenge and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. More than that, at all costs she wanted to avoid Robyn’s sulking. The girl was a whiner and a bully and tonight Erin did not want to deal with the drama.
“Come on, Erin. Just get it over with.”
She shook her head and bit her lip. That was easy for Robyn to say. Robyn was the daring one but she’d never done anything like this in her life.
“Go for it,” Maria said in support.
Erin could have happily smacked her. Perspiration settled on her brow but it was not from the Caribbean sun that bore down from a cloudless sky. Erin was nervous as hell.
Inhaling deeply she floated her palms on top of the sparkling water of the swimming pool and stared across its length to the knot of men sitting at the pool bar. They were drinking, talking and laughing, their backs to the pool and the swimmers, their lower bodies submerged in water. The pool bar was a popular location and all the concrete stools were taken with a few of the men resorting to standing in the waist high water and leaning on the counter.
“Just do it and get it over with, Erin.” That was Tisha talking.
Erin turned to look back at the group and not for the first time since they’d arrived on the island of Santa Marta she wondered what in heaven’s name she was doing here with them.
They were like a rainbow coalition – Robyn with her pale freckled skin and copper red hair, Maria with her waist length black hair and Latin features, Tisha with her shoulder-length braids and mahogany skin. And then there was her, with her creamy skin and chestnut-brown hair.
But they were not a coalition by any means. She was the odd one out. They were all from wealthy families, privileged girls who thought nothing of making trips to the islands for sun, sea and sand. She, on the other hand, had only made it here through the generosity of Robyn’s parents and their strong suggestion that Erin take a well-deserved break from on-campus work. She’d spent several months with them while in foster care and they’d been very kind. Now, even though years had passed since she’d left, they still insisted on reaching out to her from time to time with small surprises. This trip was a huge surprise.
Robyn had not been pleased at the sudden addition to her travel party but she finally conceded at her parents’ insistence. Erin suspected that she’d given in only because she thought she’d found a readymade gopher for the trip.
Now here she was, caught in a stupid dare, one that her sense of fairness would not let her get out of. The other girls had all performed their assigned tasks which ranged from flirting with strangers to kissing the bartender. And although she’d told them she was not interested she’d been roped into the game. Now it was her turn. She refused to kiss anyone but they’d demanded that she meet them halfway – so she’d agreed to the task: select a man, strike up a conversation, and if he asked her out within two minutes of meeting her she’d win the bet. Stupid? Sure, but she was tired of the harassment and the accusation of being a wet blanket. She’d do it and then tell them to leave her the heck alone.
Tisha swam up to her. “I see a real cutie. Check out the blond-haired guy.”
Following the girl’s finger she stared at the back of a tall, well-built man with spiky hair. As she watched he turned to the man beside him and, laughing out loud, gave him a slap on the back. The blond-haired man seemed friendly enough and probably would not take offense but still, for some reason she had reservations about approaching him. He might like the attention too much.
Surveying the backs of her potential victims Erin’s eyes fell on the strong, lean torso of a dark-haired man. He sat with his back straight although he seemed relaxed in every other way. He was sipping a martini and though he often smiled at the jokes of the other men he seemed more reserved, even aloof. This man, clad in hip-hugging black swim trunks, exuded a power which seemed to draw her to him.
Immediately she knew he would be her target. He looked like a serious kind of guy who would just have a normal conversation with her and then let her go. She didn’t care if he asked her out or not. She just wanted her task to be over.
And that would be the end of that.
Sucking in a deep breath, Erin began a slow wade through the waist-high water. She never took her eyes off the back of her now chosen prey.
She was halfway across the pool when she heard giggling behind her. Turning, she gave the girls a scathing look. They held their hands over their mouths, still sniggering, but thankfully they quieted down. The last thing she needed right now was distraction.
Slowly, Erin turned and continued her slow march through the water. Alright, she was scared but she’d never backed away from a challenge and she certainly wasn’t going to start now. More than that, at all costs she wanted to avoid Robyn’s sulking. The girl was a whiner and a bully and tonight Erin did not want to deal with the drama.