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  BILLIONAIRE'S ISLAND BRIDE

  JUDY ANGELO

  The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series

  Volume 3

  Copyright © 2012 Judy Angelo

  Lyons Publishing Limited

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Author contact: [email protected]

  The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Series by Judy Angelo

  Volume 1 - TAMED by the BILLIONAIRE

  Volume 2 - MAID in the U.S.A.

  Volume 3 - BILLIONAIRE'S ISLAND BRIDE

  Volume 4 - DANGEROUS DECEPTION

  Box Set - BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES COLLECTION, VOLS. 1 - 4

  BILLIONAIRE’S ISLAND BRIDE

  CHAPTER ONE

  “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.

  She was almost there now. She could see the damp hair curling at the nape of her victim’s neck. He was laughing, a deep rumble that emphasized his masculinity. Was this a man she could flirt with? She bit her lip and kept walking. Too late to turn back now.

  So focused was she on getting to her target that she forgot the curved metal bar that ran underwater behind the stools. She bumped her foot, lost her balance and began to pitch forward toward the man.

  She panicked.

  Flinging her arms up Erin grabbed for the nearest support, anything to keep herself from falling. That happened to be the dark stranger's shoulder. She pulled him off his stool, throwing him backwards into the liquid blue of the pool. There was a shout and a huge splash and, to her horror, he disappeared beneath the surface.

  “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.” Her hands flew to her mouth and she stared wide-eyed as her victim jumped up, coughing, black hair pasted down on his head, water streaming down his face.

  Her eyes rose to his face and she took an involuntary step back, suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer height of him. While sitting he had looked tall but now, face to face, he towered over her five feet four inches.

  He was still coughing and by now his friends at the pool bar were laughing heartily at his demise. Even her friends' giggles had turned to peals of laughter.

  But Erin did not take her eyes off the man in front of her. His black hair curled wetly around his tanned face and the set of his jaw emphasized his square chin. But it was his gray eyes, so unusual in his dark face, that held her gaze. She could not look away. Like a wild cat he was watching her. Now she was the prey. The look on his face made it clear she was in deep trouble.

  He took a step toward her and she backed away.

  “You want to play, do you?”

  Before she could move another inc
h he caught her wrist and pulled her up against his hard body. She was pressed so close that she could feel the ripples of his stomach muscles against her chest.

  When he dipped his head she jerked back and clamped her lips shut. What in the world? Was he trying to kiss her? Was he crazy?

  Suddenly Erin felt herself falling backward and as she hit the water she shrieked. It was cut short when she went under but in seconds she was up, coughing and spluttering, glaring at the now laughing man who stood before her.

  “You beast,” she yelled. “What are you trying to do? Kill me?”

  “Two can play, my dear.”

  His smug expression, his laughing mouth, the amusement in his eyes so incensed Erin that, before she knew what she was doing, her hand flew up to shove him in the chest.

  But he was quick, too quick for her. As it went up he grabbed her wrist. Then, staring deep into her eyes, he turned her hand slowly and bent his head to plant a searing kiss in the middle of her palm.

  The touch of his lips sent an electric jolt shooting up her arm and through her body.

  She snatched her hand from his. With all the haughtiness she could muster she held her head high, turned and pushed through the water and away from the laughing man.

  “I’m leaving,” she said to the girls, her voice clipped and cold.

  To her surprise and relief they followed her out of the pool without protest, saving her the indignity of listening to the man’s mocking laughter.

  ***

  Dare watched the curvy brunette leave the pool, her posse of giggling friends in tow. She’d looked very young but she was obviously in charge. Although the smallest in the group, she held herself like a queen and the three girls tripped after her.

  “You’re getting old, man.” His attorney, Ed, slapped him on the back, still laughing. “Normally you don’t let them get away that easily. Are you losing your touch?”

  He shook his head, still watching the girl’s delectable tush in her hot pink bikini as it disappeared around the corner of the pool hut and out of his view. Only then did he turn to Ed.

  “No, still on the ball, but you’ve got to know how far to go with girls like her.”

  “Girls like her?” Ed raised his eyebrows. “You know her?”

  “Don’t need to. I know those kinds of girls and that’s all that counts.”

  “Meaning?”

  “Didn’t you see that was a set up? That was no accident. That girl and her friends were after something.”

  “Meaning…you.”

  “I’ve had enough of them throwing themselves at me to know when there’s just another groupie around.”

  “Somehow she didn’t seem that way to me.” It was the first time Roger had spoken. He’d done his share of laughing but had made no comment throughout the whole episode. Now Dare’s accountant sounded amused but mildly protective.

  “Hold up.” Dare gave him a hard look. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for that game. Don’t you see it was all a ruse to get my attention?”

  “What makes you think-”

  Dare held up his hand, effectively silencing the balding man. “I don’t think. I know. I heard them giggling back there long before she attacked. I knew they were up to something. I just didn’t expect a near drowning.”

  “I think you have it wrong, senor.”

  All three men turned back to the counter to a smiling bartender. He was busy wiping glasses but it was obvious he'd been listening and had formed his own opinion, one he was more than willing to share.

  “How’s that, Danny?” Dare had to hear this one.

  “Been observing those girls for the last couple of days and that tiny one who jumped you is as harmless as a kitten.”

  Dare stared at Danny’s wide smile, incredulous. “That kitten almost drowned me.”

  “Nah, she just tripped. I think she was trying to flirt with you.”

  “And is that any better, trying to come on to me? I’m sick of being stalked.”

  “Aw, senor, I should have your problem.”

  All the men at the bar laughed at Danny’s comment and he laughed too, but he was not done.

  “It’s those other girls you should worry about. For the last two days they’ve been in the pool daring one another to do all kinds of crazy things.” He slid a fresh martini in front of Dare. “Today is the first time I saw the little one get involved. I guess they must have goaded her into it.”

  Dare was silent for a moment, thinking. He delayed his response by sipping at the drink. Somehow he was not convinced by Danny’s defense. But still, he was intrigued.

  He could still feel the petite girl’s luscious breasts pressed into his chest even though he’d held her for less than two seconds. She was appealing, no doubt about that, and there was something about her that made him want to see her again. But he’d better let go of that feeling, and fast. He wouldn’t fall for that trick – again.

  “Danny boy, you have a lot to learn.” He laughed good-naturedly at the bartender. “Gold-diggers come in all shapes and sizes.”

  “Dare, I am shocked. This is not like you,” Ed said, imitating the voice of an elderly schoolmarm.

  Dare couldn’t help laughing out loud. But then he got serious. “I have lots of reasons to be like this and it comes from not so pleasant experiences.” One in particular, but he wasn’t going to go into that with them.

  “Let’s forget about them and get back to a more interesting topic. Like basketball.”

  The men got back to their previous conversation and in no time were engrossed in Roger’s account of the most exciting basketball final of all time – the Chicago Bulls against Utah Jazz in 1998 when Michael Jordon scored the winning basket in the last minute of the game, locking Utah out and winning 87-86. He’d been there and never tired of recounting his experience.

  Dare joined in the conversation at all the appropriate moments but his mind was far away, wondering if he would see that pixie again. After the way his body had reacted to her it would be best if he never did.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “I can’t believe you did it.” Robyn’s voice was tinged with disbelief.

  Erin bit her lip, wanting to shout that it was a stupid thing to do. Instead she shook her head and walked over to the villa’s wide bay window that faced the white sandy beach and the brilliant blue sea. The island was beautiful, a paradise on earth, but here she was in the middle of all this beauty and all she was feeling was miserable.

  She’d almost drowned a man and had embarrassed herself in the process all in the name of fitting in. Somehow it didn’t seem like it had been worth it. And what a man she'd picked. He was obviously not like the fun-loving guys who had fallen prey to her friends’ pranks. This one obviously did not appreciate being jumped. She should have known that from his posture. He was no college kid, that was for sure. More like some big shot businessman. A really hot businessman.

  Her mind rushed back to the feel of his muscled torso pressed against her breasts and her breath quickened. Even now, just at the memory of it, a delicious shiver coursed through her body.

  But the man was a jerk for dunking her like that. Attraction or no attraction, he was the kind of man to stay far away from. She just prayed that for the rest of her week on the island she would not run into him again.

  “Come on, Erin. Get out of that funk. Let’s take a dip in the ocean.” Maria took her by the shoulders and began steering her toward the French doors. “The day is young. We’re bound to find some hunks lounging on the beach.”

  That did it for Erin. She’d had enough of hunks for one day. “You guys go on ahead. I’ll just catch up on some reading.”

  “On spring break?” Tisha huffed in disgust. “You never know when to quit, do you?”

  Erin smiled ruefully, not wanting to dampen their high spirit. “Yeah, that’s me. Got to get my daily fix or I’ll have withdrawal symptoms. You guys go on and have fun. I’ll see you later.” And before they could object she turned and hea
ded for her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her.

  That evening Erin woke to the sounds of the girls returning from what must have been an exhilarating day at the beach. They were even louder than usual, giggling and screaming as they burst into the villa. Could she survive another three days of this? She wished Robyn’s parents hadn't bought the airline ticket for her. She would have gladly remained behind at the college, locked away in the library, absorbed in a stack of books.

  She sighed in relief when they didn’t bother to knock on her door but instead showered and dressed to go down to the garden for the buffet style dinner that was usually served there. She wasn’t hungry and worse, she didn’t want to take the chance of running into that man again.

  Erin was deep into the history of medieval European art when the girls returned.

  “Give it a break, Erin.” Robyn walked over to the sofa and grabbed the tome out of her hands. “You do know how to kill a party. Why do you have to study all the time?”

  “I’m not studying. For me that’s fun reading.” Erin forced a smile, not wanting to dampen their mood. “So how was dinner?”

  “Good food, like always.” Tisha kicked off her sandals and walked over to turn on the TV. Then she flopped down onto the couch across from Erin. “I ate so much fried fish and tacos I feel like I’m going to pop.”

  “I’ve got the perfect way to work off all this food.” Robyn’s eyes sparkled.

  Erin’s heart sank. What weird scheme was she cooking up now?

  “There’s a new DJ coming to the resort nightclub. He’s from Japan and word is he’s really good. Keeps the dance floor hopping, is what I hear.”

  “Does he play salsa?” Maria swayed her hips to imaginary music.

  “He can play anything. All you have to do is request it.”

  “So what time do we hit the dance floor?” Tisha looked more than interested. She was always one for a good dance party. She could dance all night and not break a sweat.