Can't Run (Danger and Desire Book 1) Read Online Free

the drinks, holding the cups into a triangle so that she wouldn’t drop them and trotted back to her friends.
    As Sara got comfortable again on the blanket she looked at Carrie, giving her the best “I know something you don’t know” face that she could.
    “Your face is going to get stuck like that,” Carrie teased, sipping on her margarita.
    “Fine.” Sara fake sulked, “I won’t tell you …”
    “Tell what?” Amanda asked, untying her top. Her milky white breasts were covered in delicate little freckles, her tan line that had only been attained in the past few hours framed her breasts, drawing attention to her pink rosebud nipples.
    “Well, fine, I’ll tell you guys if you first tell me what you’re doing!”  Sara demanded, staring at Amanda with a dumbfounded expression. Sara was not by any means a prude, she was, however, surprised by Amanda’s out of character boldness.
    “Fighting tan lines, duh!” Amanda said, rolling her eyes.
    “Did you just say ‘duh’?” Carrie laughed.
    “Duuuuh!” Amanda responded.
    “Anyways,” Sara laughed, bringing the attention back to her, “so, Carrie… you have another admirer.”
    “The bartender?” Carrie asked excitedly, glancing back at him over her shoulder, “dang, he’s easy on the eyes.”
    Sara nodded with a wink.
    “Well in that case,” Carrie winked back, “I had better get us some refills.”
    “We are still working on these,” Amanda said with her straw hanging out of the corner of her mouth.
    “Well, if I were you I’d drink up fast so you don’t have to double fist when I get back.” Carrie laughed, then quickly changing her voice from a humorous to a more seductive tone she said “Don’t worry, I’ll take my time.”
    Sara and Amanda watched as Carrie stood up and brushed the little patches of sand off of her body. She adjusted her bikini, and approached the bartender.
    Although the Sara and Amanda couldn’t hear the transaction between Carrie and the bartender, they watched intently, sometimes cheering between straining to hear what was being said.
    When Carrie was flirting she was almost like a feline, she knew how to move her body and instinctively knew what to do. Her body was held in a crouch over the side of the counter. She was definitely working it.
    When Carrie returned with the refills she was smiling.
    “Well?” Sara asked, raising her brow…
    “Well,” Carrie responded, “I have dinner plans tonight with Gabriel, so you bitches better be cool without me.”
    ~
    Dinner must have turned into dessert, because at eleven in the evening Carrie had still not returned.
    “So, we each get our own bed then.” Amanda declared, “She will have to figure it out when she gets back.”
    Sara was worried, she had tried to tell Carrie why it was a bad idea to go out with a stranger, especially as a foreigner. Carrie had only laughed, “Okay Mom, I’ll be careful, don’t you worry.” 
    Sara crawled into the open bed, Amanda had no problem falling asleep and was lightly snoring. Sara looked at her phone and saw a text message from Eric.
    “How’s the sun? Do I get a bikini pic?” the text from Eric read.
    Sara grinned and typed back, “ Sun. Is. Amazing. How’s the Minnesota cold? Its Brazil, we go topless here.“
    He messaged back, “Tease. Any adventures planned?”
    “ Leaving Rio the day after tomorrow, going to Manaus and we will explore the rain forest from there.”
    There was no response this time.
    Sara then texted her parents, “Miss you guys, love you .”
    She set her phone on the bedside table, it was after midnight. Slowly, still thinking about Carrie, she drifted off to sleep.
    ~
    Sara woke to a muffled giggle, the room was so dark. She glanced up at the clock and it was two o’clock in the morning.
    “Shhhhh”, Sara heard.
    “Both beds are taken.” Whispered a man’s voice in a Portuguese accent.
    “So?” giggled the woman, “Just be quiet…”
    It was Carrie , Sara thought, and she