in
surprise, caught off guard by her sudden playfulness after a subdued
beginning. “I’m sure that could be arranged,” he countered.
A wild party, with just
the two of them, involving a Jacuzzi, her bare skin and some
champagne
certainly sounded delightful, he mused to himself. Xander’s body reacted
with a spreading of warmth in his groin area, making the fabric of his trousers
feel much tighter than before. He was relieved that he wouldn’t have to
get up from the table for a while.
The waiter had the forethought to hold off on the food that
Indi had ordered before Xander joined her table so that their meals arrived at
the same time. They spent the following fifteen minutes eating in
silence. Xander sought out any opportunity to admire his companion’s body
whenever she was looking down to place her next mouthful of food on her fork,
so she wasn’t aware that he was observing her so blatantly.
His male cravings heightened to a painful level as his gaze
moved over her slender neck, thankfully noting her naturally pert breasts, from
what he could tell. Fake ones truly turned him off – just another reason
to feel distaste when he saw Caitlin. His future wife was slender and pretty
enough, but he could not abide the plastic Barbie look that she and many of her
model contemporaries put their bodies through. He also appreciated Indi’s slim
waist, but he felt equally drawn to discovering the hidden depths of her
personality.
Chapter Three: Starstruck
Indi
Indi felt a powerful pull toward the handsome stranger
staring at her across the dinner table. Despite her longing for solitude
ever since arriving on the island, she couldn’t help but be drawn to the idea
of getting to know her neighbour better , much
better .
She certainly wasn’t looking for anything meaningful, but
she would not be adverse to spending time in Xander’s company. He seemed to genuinely
want to seek her out whenever they were on the beach at the same time and from
the looks he’d been giving her over dinner, she presumed he found her
attractive. The idea of cleansing her mind of her anxieties about strangers
by getting down and dirty with her sexy neighbour could turn out to be the
craziest or sanest thing she’d ever considered doing.
The sense of familiarity that Indi had been experiencing
since first setting eyes on the man still hadn’t dissipated; in fact, being in
his company had only intensified it. At first it had been disconcerting to be
in the company of a stranger while feeling so at ease with him, but that had
quickly passed. Now she seemed to be sharing an easy flow of effortless
conversation.
With the main course out of the way, Indi decided to find
out more about Xander. So far they had only discussed tourist excursions. Her
curiosity had been steadily growing as to why a man on holiday alone needed
bodyguards to shadow his every move.
“So, did you have to go on the run to lose your friends
tonight?” Indi asked. As she nursed the rest of her non-alcoholic drink, she
couldn’t resist bantering now that her earlier nerves had subsided enough to
allow a glimmer of her old confidence to shine through.
A frown creased over Xander’s forehead and he looked puzzled
for a moment. “Oh, you mean my security guys? I did have to negotiate a release
of sorts,” he replied with a chuckle.
“Do you mind if I ask what you do?” Indi knew she was being
nosey, but the buzz from being in this man’s company and having him admire her
so appreciatively made her eager to know more.
Another crease of his forehead was followed by a lingering
hesitancy. “I’m involved in music.”
“Are you famous or something that you need security to keep
the fan girls away?” she asked.
Indi had meant the question as a joke, but as soon as she
said it, everything began to click into place in her head and her mouth nearly
dropped open as realisation hit her. He was Xander Keats! She darted her
gaze down