It’s been two weeks since I landed on the beautiful island of Santorini, and I’ve yet to see more than the villa where I’m staying. It doesn’t bother me like it would my cousin and business partner, Alex. He’s the traveler amongst us or, rather, he usually is. Just thoughts of Alex are enough to give me a headache these days because the more I’ve watched him, the more I realize there is something going on between him and our cousin, Rachel.

Before I left Lexington, I’d made a point of mentioning that Rachel would be on her travels to Europe soon. Alex had become tense and closed off. So yeah, I’m worried about one of my best friends and both of my cousins. But, right now, I need to concentrate on what I’m doing and what I’m about to be forced to do, which isn’t one and the same.

Santorini is a beautiful island and the weather has been as I’d expect for an island in Greece. I love the island but I’m the guest of billionaire Mitchell Jordan. The man can be a shark and he definitely knows what he wants, which is what I’m currently trying to figure out.

He’s mentioned his eldest daughter Carrie more than a few times and how he’d love for her to meet someone to settle down with and give him grandchildren. Apparently, she’s the wilder of his two daughters and doesn’t want to risk his youngest being pulled astray by her sister. I honestly don’t want to have anything to do with his family. I believe that business and pleasure shouldn’t be mixed and it was hard enough to meet Mitchell’s deadlines without being weighed down with marriage. He’s never said anything outright that he wants me to be the groom to his wayward daughter, but that’s a feeling I get.

My sister’s husband, Garrett, doesn’t think Mitchell means anything by the comments he’s made to me, but I’m still not sure I trust Mitchell enough to move forward with the plans for his exclusive resort. It would be a blow to McKenzies, as well as Alex and I, if I walk away, which is why I’m still here.

I have to admit that Carrie is a looker and, until she opened her mouth, I might have been interested in taking her out to dinner, after she talks, no thank you. She has the body a man craves, but the intelligence of a turnip, and hints of a vicious streak. A feeling I get by the way she comes across. The whole package is off putting, which is why I’m constantly hiding in the private villa that I’ve been given to use indefinitely. It’s also why I’ve been up swimming at three or four in the morning to avoid her. I just wish I could work without the added stress of worrying about where Carrie will appear next. It’s something I don’t need. Except for Alex, I’d have already told Mitchell to keep his daughter away from me, and I think it will come to that eventually—maybe in an hour, after dinner.

Sighing heavily, I slip my feet into a pair of boat shoes and slowly make my way toward the large house where Mitchell and his family reside during the summer months. It’s like a palace, except it has sleek lines and stylish accents. I have the feeling that his wife had much more input in the designing than he had.

I really don’t know why anyone would want to spend months on end here though. I mean from what I’ve seen it is beautiful, but the heat is worse than back home. I’ve had at least three showers a day since arriving. Half the time, I can’t even sleep with anything on either the bed or me. Even now, as I approach the patio area, I can feel sweat running down my back, and between my ass cheeks. At least the navy blue cotton slacks will hide that, I’m not too sure I’ll get lucky with the white shirt.

“Ah, Michael,” Mitchell calls. “On time as usual.” He smiles. “I like punctuality.”

“So do I.” I accept the large glass of water with ice and lemon that he offers me.

It’s not that I dislike alcohol, I just know that if I drink while the weather is so hot, I’ll end up with a migraine, so I only drink water in this heat.

“How far have you gotten?”

I take a long swallow, and reply, “Not far to be honest. I’m still waiting for the adjusted measurements that I asked for. I should have some rough sketches in a week though.”

“That’s good.” He hits me on the back although I think it was supposed to be a pat. “Come and talk to Carrie, and meet Brooke’s friend, Sinclair.” He pushes me closer to the group. After the introductions, he ushers us into our seats at the dinner table.

It’s almost a relief to sit down because the ceiling fan is directly above the chair that’s been designated mine. Despite her friend being here, Mitchell’s youngest daughter appears to be missing. Curious, I ask, “Isn’t Brooke around?”

His wife, Adelaide shakes her head, “Not yet, but she’s arriving within the next couple of hours. Her flight was delayed.”

“I hope she doesn’t mind me surprising her here,” Sinclair adds, frowning.

“Why would she be upset?” I wonder.

“Brooke doesn’t like surprises,” Adelaide answers. “Never has, really.” She shrugs.

“I love surprises even though I’m impatient when I know someone has something for me,” Carrie offers.

She always talks in a flourish and then she waits for all the attention to be on her, just like now. Her gaze is on me and it holds a challenge. I narrow my eyes and wait—not long, “I’m going to a party after dinner and I need someone to drive as it’s across the island. I thought...since you don’t drink...you’d be the perfect date for this evening.”

My heart sinks while she grins and I know she’s thinking she’s put me on the spot, which she has. But I’m annoyed more than anything, so I reply, “I’m here to work and not to act as chauffeur or your date.” I shrug. “Sorry.” I keep my eyes down and start eating the meal that’s been placed in front of me. A few minutes later, I hear the others start eating and conversation eventually picks up. Thank God the attention is off me.

It isn’t long before I feel eyes on me again, looking up, I meet the curious gaze of Mitchell. He doesn’t look unhappy, but he does look disappointed. Well, so be it.

I spend the next ten minutes in conversation with Adelaide over her ideas for the relaxation complex, which is to be incorporated into the plans for the new project. She does have some good points, which I make a mental note of, and I immediately forget the ones that just aren’t viable.

Before I know it, the main course is being cleared away and dessert, a lemon meringue affair, is brought out and set in the center of the table.

“Michael,” Mitchell snags my attention, “you haven’t met my youngest daughter yet, have you?” He stands and holds his arms out, looking behind me.

I turn my head and everyone else fades into the background as I focus on the young blonde woman rushing into her father’s arms. My eyes caress seductively over her...the way her leggings cling to her shapely legs, the mystery of her body holding my attention as the over large shirt drowns her. The suggestion of nubile curves beneath has my mouth watering. Her smile is genuine as she returns her father’s embrace.

“It’s good to be back on the island, Dad.” She releases her father and embraces her mother.

As she turns toward her sister, Mitchell takes her arm and guides her toward me. I stand, unable to look away.

“Brooke, let me introduce you to Michael McKenzie. He’s joint CEO of McKenzie Holdings—the firm drawing up the plans for the new resort.” He beams.

“Hello Brooke.” I shake her hand, feeling her pulse as I rub my thumb over her delicate wrist.

The azure blue of her eyes darkens the longer our hands stay connected. My swift arousal when the tip of her tongue slips between her full red lips, brings me quickly back to the awareness of my surroundings.

Snatching my hand back, I take my seat and watch as Brooke does the same. I hear mumbled words but nothing registers while I try to get my body under control.

Moments later, a slice of dessert is placed in front of me and I finally glance up, meeting Brooke’s sparkling eyes.

I don’t miss the daggers shooting from Sinclair’s eyes while Brooke is distracted with me. Mitchell had introduced the other man as a friend of Brooke’s, but I think the man wants more than just friendship if his expression is anything to go by.

“Hmm,” Carrie mutters from beside me. “So, she gets your engine running, huh?”

I give Carrie a sharp glance, her expression holding a note of mockery.

Sighing heavily, I decide to ignore the woman and turn my attention to the dessert in front of me.

Seconds later, I find myself looking at Brooke again and I’m pleased to find her gaze is still on me, even as Sinclair tries to snare her attention. Nothing is working. She’s as distracted with me as I am with her.

The smile in my eyes contains a sensuous flame as the glow of her smile warms me through. My heart jolts and my pulse pounds.

A throat being cleared distracts me and I turn and meet the knowing eyes of Adelaide. “I think I’m going to retire to my room for the night.” She smiles at her husband. “You’ll join me?”

I hide my smile at her giving Mitchell no other option. I’m not even sure he wanted one at how quickly he pulled her from the chair.

Beside me, Carrie moans. “As though we don’t know what they’re going doing. An image I don’t want.” She shudders.

“They’re in love,” Brooke says, her gaze on me. “Why shouldn’t they go off together?”

“Would you like a walk on the beach,” Sinclair asks Brooke.

She’s startled by the question but I don’t hang around to discover her answer. “If you’ll excuse me,” I say and leave the table before anyone can answer.

Making my way quickly back to the villa, I curse myself for letting the beautiful Brooke get to me.

Letting myself in through the front door, I keep the lights off and strip on the way to the bedroom. Sweat has dripped down my ass so much that my slacks feel damp along with the shirt.

Muttering to myself, I stare outside at the black waves crashing in the dark night and think about how amazing the view is. But that isn’t why I’m heading to the shower. It’s because I can’t settle. I’m so warm...and so uncomfortable. Some of which has to do with the fresh-as-a-daisy blonde who I can’t get out of my thoughts. Brooke. Probably why I’m hard as granite for the first time in a while.

I’m hoping the shower will get rid of the fire in my cock along with the heat on my skin so I can finally sleep.

Unable to peel my lids open, I step into the shower, and lean back against the cool tiles while my hand tightens around my swollen flesh. This level of arousal feels good. I’ll leave it until tomorrow to think about how someone who I’ve only just met managed to arouse me as much as she has.

Feeling my release building at the base of my spine and swirling in my balls, I press down, wanting to last longer. When I feel my orgasm pushed back a notch, I let go of my dick and reach behind me for the shower nob to turn it on so I can soap up and make the most of this happy time.

As the water runs in rivulets down my body and, with my eyes still closed, I enjoy the feeling. It’s like having small hands caressing my skin. My cock thickens, lengthens…and when a small hand wraps around my shaft, my balls pull up so tightly that I hope I see them again. My hips strain, seeking more, and my groans get lost in the sound of the water…and then I hear moans mingled in with mine. My eyes snap open and instantly clash with the blue ones I’d seen across the dinner table. Brooke—my brain barely whispers her name before I’m coming. She strokes and caresses my flesh, pulling my release from my straining shaft. When I’m finished, I struggle for breath.

Her hands play with my balls before she strokes upward along my cock—waking him up again, before her fingers travel up past my navel to my nipples, which she pinches. It’s a reaction I feel in my balls that has me erect in seconds.

“You like my touch?” she whispers in surprise. “I’ve only ever touched one person before and he didn’t react to me. Not like you do.”

I’m tempted to laugh it off and say something crass because this situation is anything but normal, except I find I can’t do that. Maybe it’s because of my shock over her being here...or maybe it’s the genuine surprise I hear in her voice.

“Was he gay?” I manage.

She pauses for a minute and then a small chuckle escapes.

“It’s the only explanation because your hands are magic.” I really need to shut up.

Brooke steps so close that the stiff peaks of her breasts rub against my chest and, moving closer still, my stiffness gets trapped between us.

Needing to touch her badly, I caress down her back and let my hands settle on her hips as her own hands settle on my shoulders.

She chews on her bottom lip while her gaze searches mine in the semi-dark room. “I’ve never been naked with a man before.” She gives a shy smile. “Believe it or not, but I’ve never done this before.” She clarifies, “Climbed into a shower and got a guy off.”

I feel a blush rise into my cheeks at her words. A certain part of my anatomy certain isn’t blushing though. Its throbbing and leaking like a faucet with excitement…but then it hits me. “You’ve never, um, done anything with a guy?”

She shakes her head, which causes her nipples to rub against my chest. “No. Like I said, the one and only time I touched a guy, he didn’t react. I thought it was me until now.”

“I came like a school boy the minute you touched me.”

“You were lost in a dream.” She sighs against me and I feel the heat of her breath. I long to close the distance between our lips. “When you were stroking yourself, you were somewhere else. I was watching. It was erotic watching you, but it wasn’t me. I just helped.”

Unable to let her think I was dreaming about someone else, I admit, “My eyes were closed imagining you touching me.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. She climbs up me then, her legs tight around my waist and her arms around my neck.

“Make love to me please.” She wiggles against my dick and I realize I’m so close to coming again.

My own stupid fault for not having sex in forever, even my fist has been lacking in recent months. But who am I to joke? It’s the naked woman in my arms who is bringing this reaction out in me.

“I know you want to.”

Grinding my teeth together, I say, “I can’t hide how much I want you.”

“Why do I sense a but in there?”

“Sinclair?” I question.

She shakes her head. “He’s only a friend.”

“Does he know that?”

She frowns. “Do you know something?”

“He want’s more. Trust me,” I suggest.

“I only want you, Michael,” she whispers.

I know what I want next, and ask, “Sleep with me…and if you’re still in my bed in the morning, I’ll make love to you for the rest of the day.” I bury my face into her neck, thinking I’ve finally lost it.

“You promise?” she asks, rubbing the nape of my neck.

For once, I’m going to take something for me, which is Brooke, and from the sound of things, she wants me just as much. “I promise.”

My fate was sealed the minute I laid eyes on Brooke.