We landed on Byron’s island.  It had a very exclusive resort.  It wasn’t completely closed to the public, but you had to be very rich to be there.  It had white sandy beaches, palm trees and tropical sunsets.  I had never seen anything so beautiful!

I insisted on separate rooms.  I didn’t want the boys to fight and I was worried that it would be too tempting to hop in bed with one of them.  I had to keep my distance and my cool.  The princes seemed to respect that and my head was clearing.

Drinks were served at a beach bar and in the great distance, I spotted what looked like a lagoon.  It looked like a set for a movie.  I went to the restroom and on the way back I ran into Coraline Nanders.  She was a huge movie producer with Penline Pictures.

“Oh, my God, Savannah?” she said.

“Coraline, hi!” I greeted.

We hugged and near-kissed in the Hollywood way.

“So what brings you here?  I thought you were working on that picture with Travis?” she inquired.

I had to be very careful what I said.  In Hollywood, you can’t show any weakness or they will eat you alive or simply avoid you.  I wasn’t having a problem.  It had to be someone else’s.  Since Travis wasn’t my favorite person at the moment, I was happy to throw him right under the bus.

“Travis was having some issues and he’s pushing back production,” I said.  “Gives me a nice vacation.”

“Wait, you’re not here with that prince I saw you with on TMZ, are you?” she said.  “God, he’s gorgeous!”

“I know and, just between us, yes I’m here with him and a friend,” I said.  “You here with the family.”

“Yes, it’s been so long since we got away,” she explained.  “But Bob and his family are here too.  You know Bob, my producing partner, right?”

“Bob Macavey, sure.  I think I met him at that thing at Clooney’s house.”

“Right-right,” she remembered.  “Well, listen, my husband will kill me for doing this, but do you have time for a quick meeting?  Because we have a project that you would be killer for.  Absolutely, killer.”

“I would love to work with you and Bob,” I said excitedly.  “Yeah, let’s meet.  Here, you have my number?”

We clinked phones.  They had some kind of function where they would pick up each other’s contact info.  I checked mine and it had Coraline’s number.  This was huge for me!  Corlina and Bob could really give me some leverage over Travis, not to mention set me up for my next big picture.  If I was locked in to another blockbuster, Travis’s stupid movie wouldn’t even matter.

“Well, great-great,” said Coraline.  “I am so glad I ran into you in paradise.  Isn’t this place the best?”

“Yeah, I really love it.”

“You have to go check out the lagoon,” she gushed.  “Oh, my God.  It has the most beautiful waterfall.  I’ve got to shoot a movie here.  At least a 2nd unit shot for something just so I can come back.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to check it out,” I agreed.  “Great talking to you.”

“Aw, you too babe,” she said, giving me another non-kiss.  “Talk to you later.”

When I got back to the bar, I was walking on a cloud.

“Guys, you’ll never guess who I ran into!” I said.

“Who?” asked Byron.

“Caroline Nanders!”

The princes stared back.  They had no clue who she was.

“She runs a studio,” I explained.  “She wants to have meeting with me and her partner!”

“Eh….” said Dominique still not understanding.

“Sorry, I keep forgetting you guys don’t know how Hollywood works,” I said.  “They want to put me in another movie.  Probably a really big one.  That means, Travis’s movie will hardly matter, even if he sabotages the entire thing.”

“That’s good then!” said Byron, mildly understanding.

“Congratulations!” said Dominique toasting.  “I’m glad you will have a new movie.”

“Let’s celebrate at dinner,” said Byron.  “I have arranged for a private dinner on the beach.”

We changed and went to the beach.  A group of servants prepared fresh caught fish on a grill.  It didn’t get any fresher than that!  They also had several fires burning around us to illuminate the beach.  The dinner was romantic and delicious, plus the princes got along fine.  I was beginning to think they had finally buried the hatchet between them.

“What do you want to do?” asked Byron.  “We can do anything we want on this island.  Anything.”

“Can we go visit the lagoon?” I asked.  “The one with the waterfall.  My producer said it was pretty amazing.”

“We could go swimming,” suggested Dominique.  “I hope you packed your bathing suit.”

“For a tropical getaway?  Uh, yeah,” I laughed.  “I actually packed five and I didn’t need you two to buy me anything for that.  Plus bikinis are really small and easily fit into the suitcase.”

“Then it’s settled,” said Byron.  “We shall wait the customary one hour to digest and then go swimming in the lagoon.  The water should be very warm.  Do you do much swimming in L.A.?”

“No, the ocean water’s freezing,” I said.  “It comes down from the north.  Everyone swims in a pool.  Although not the Olympic sized one you guys have at the embassy.”

“Swimming in the lagoon will be just like swimming in the lagoon from your Gilligan’s Island,” said Dominique.

“Oh, my God.  That show’s a million years old,” I laughed.  “When did you get to see it?”

“It has only recently run on Andalia television,” explained Dominic.  “It is very confusing why they don’t just build a boat.”

After dinner, we sat and listened to one of the locals play guitar for us.  Then we got up, went back to the rooms and changed into our bathing suits.  I was a little apprehensive.  At a resort, there were always people around to watch you.  Here, it was private, but then you had no one to watch over you.  It made the walk down to the dark lagoon a little scary.

However, when we got there I realized the moon was illuminating the lagoon quite well.  After my eyes adjusted, it was almost like it was very dim sunlight.  I put aside my towel and flip flops and waded in.  The water was very warm.

“C’mon guys, don’t leave me out here alone,” I said a little nervously.

Dominique and Byron started whispering to each other and laughing.  With wicked grins on their faces, they walked to the edge of the water, slipped off their bathing suits and dove right in naked.

“Guys, c’mon, now,” I mildly chastised.  “What are you doing?  That’s not very classy to just get naked.”

“We were already all naked together at the party,” said Byron.  “What difference does it make?”

“Yeah, but you sure the paparazzi can’t get out here?” I asked looking around.  “If they took a picture of me looking at your packages--- That wouldn’t be good.”

“Paparazzi can’t even get to this airspace,” Dominique laughed.  “Byron’s men would shoot them down.  Ka-pow!  Ka-pow!”

“Okay, but no sex, all right?” I said weakly.  “We all agreed on that.”

“Well, we all agreed to get along,” said Byron.  “We’re getting along now.  Nothing that’s happening is happening behind anyone’s back.”

“That’s true,” I admitted.  “I guess that was the objective.”

“I’m sure we can kiss a little and that would be fine, right?” suggested Dominique.

“I guess, sure,” I said.

He kissed me and I knew right then we were all going to have sex again.  I just couldn’t help it.  One kiss and I immediately melted.  I was so attracted to them both.  How could I resist their muscular, warm bodies in this cool water?  It was so romantic, making love in the moonlight.  How could I pass that up?