she may be, he wanted more.
He took her by the
elbow and turned her toward the pathway. “Come. Let me walk you back to your
villa.”
“N…no,” she said
quickly. “No, thank you. I’m fine. I can get back on my own.”
He shrugged.
“Until tomorrow then. Seven o’clock.” He watched her hurry away, heels
clicking on the cobbled stones along the lighted path. He had no concern for
her safety. He’d made sure security was at its highest level at his resort,
with plain clothes security guards patrolling the grounds twenty four hours a
day. In his five years operating the resort he’d never had a visitor fall victim
to a crime on his grounds. He was determined to keep that record spotless.
Dare DeSouza was
an entrepreneur and had been since as long as he could remember. He’d grown up
in Michigan and while in elementary school he’d run a candy business, buying
bags of candy for a dollar and selling the sweets to his classmates for a quarter
a piece. When his home room teacher found out about it he’d had to abandon his
enterprise but by high school he’d graduated to selling soda pop and comic
books and was raking in a few hundred dollars a week. By the time he started
his engineering degree at MIT he was running an online trading company
specializing in collectable items, a business which he sold in his senior year
for over a million dollars. With this seed money he started yet another
business, another trading company that far surpassed the success of the first,
and was soon the head of a multi-million dollar operation.
Then he attended a
wedding on the island of Santa Marta and was hooked for life. He loved the
richness of the island, the verdant pastures and the vibrant green of the
tropical foliage. The brilliant blue of the sea and the sky, the cotton white
of the clouds, the rich reds of the flora - everything seemed to practically
glow with life. He spent a week there and vowed that he would be back.
Next time he visited
the island it was for a site visit and on his third trip he signed the
documents for the purchase of Sunsational Resort on the northern coast where
the best beaches lay. It was family owned but had been neglected due to lack
of funds. The couple’s children were less than enthusiastic about the hotel
business so they were all too happy when Dare offered them over one hundred
million for the place.
And then the
rebuilding began - renovating, refurbishing and advertising to let the public
know the resort was under new management. Sunsational Resort burst back onto
the scene and outshone its rivals, soon placing among the top ten resorts in
the Caribbean. He expanded to other islands until he had resorts in four
additional Caribbean locations. He’d found a winning enterprise and he was
loving it.
But that brought
with it a host of challenges, fighting off gold-diggers being one of the
annoying things he had to deal with. Just a year ago he’d almost been fooled
by an expert who tried to convince him to invest millions in a venture that
turned out to be phony. Good thing his accountants and attorneys had done
their job and reviewed the proposal before letting him sign on the dotted
line. If he’d signed he’d have had to hand over millions to a woman whose
greatest asset had been her prowess in bed.
And now soon after
he’d gotten rid of that one, here was another. A more innocent-looking
package, to be sure, but a deceiver just the same. That was the worst part about
being a billionaire. Would he ever be able to find a woman who loved him and
not his money? The likelihood of that seemed very slim.
He shoved his
fists into his pockets, brows furrowed in thought, and headed back toward his
own villa. That other gold-digger, Chantalle Marsden, had escaped his wrath
but he had absolutely no qualms about taking out his revenge on this one.
***
By the time Erin
pushed open the door and entered the villa