She had no idea that several of her fantasies were about to come true.
Still laughing, I shifted in the chair, realizing my cock was aching like a son of a bitch. She had a way of doing that to me.
A dark chuckle slipped past my lips as I shifted through her social media pages. Several were dedicated to business, amazing photographs of the various shops in Indulgence. But the personal pages were something special.
They told a tale of a woman searching for the right man. A powerful man who knew how to handle a ruthless woman.
Something else to keep in the back of my mind.
A puzzle was quickly being filled with shapes and blocks. A few photographs put everything together. She’d narrowed down her destination choices to four. All in different corners of the world.
The feisty, beautiful, and difficult woman had left a trail of breadcrumbs, daring anyone to try to find her.
I shifted from one social account to another, also using what information I had to put a name together.
After writing a few choices down on a piece of paper, I pretended like I was solving an anagram.
Armed with enough information, or so I hoped, I pulled out my phone and made a call. “Yes, I’d like to check and see if my wife was onboard one of your flights.”
CHAPTER 9
Emmeline
Sun. Surf. Beautiful people.
Correction, handsome men with godlike bodies. Carved to perfection, bronzed from both heritage and the rays of sunshine.
Gorgeous smiles, and eyes holding promises of passion-filled nights after drinking and dancing. Alongside killer accents augmenting their extreme sex appeal amidst a perfect backdrop of incredibly rich food, amazing wines, spectacular music, and a dash of the forbidden.
An incredible setting.
If only I could fully relax.
Taking a deep breath, I enjoyed the sounds of the ocean water gently tumbling against the shore. The day couldn’t be any more perfect than what it was.
Yet the tension remained high.
Breathe, girl. Enjoy. This is your vacation.
All alone.
“Seu merlot, senhorita.”
Hearing the young man’s Portuguese accent was heavenly. Tilting my head, I lifted my sunglasses, taking a few seconds to savor his handsome face. While he was far too young for me, that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view. What I’d found almost horrifying in the day and a half since I’d been in Rio was that as attractive as the men were in bars, the hotel, on the street, and on the beach, I wasn’t interested.
And I’d been approached by several handsome men. I’d come to Brazil to let go, to enjoy the fruits of wicked sex while working on my tan, but I wasn’t interested in any Adonis strutting their stuff in teensy-tiny man whore bikinis.
A true tragedy.
Still, the beach waiter’s voice was as tempting as his sculpted features. With a wink, he placed the wine on the table beside me.
“Obrigado, Francisco.” Thanking him, I dared drag my tongue across my bottom lip. A behavior that I hardly realized I was doing.
His salacious grin was a reminder that I was here all alone. While exactly where I wanted to be, that didn’t mean I shouldn’t be careful. There were bad eggs everywhere.
He backed away, still giving me an appreciative eye. Settling in, I lowered my shades, reaching for my wine. After a few sips, I leaned my head against the lounge chair, breathing more easily than I’d done in a long time.
When Kylie had suggested I get out of town for a few days, I’d known she’d been thinking maybe Atlanta or Hilton Head. Not Rio de Janeiro. What was that fun expression? Oh, yes. Go big or go home. At this point, I had no intention of going back to New Orleans for several weeks.
