Sophie (The Boss 8)

It wasn't a long walk, and Neil had been right; the stroll gave my equilibrium time to adjust. By the time we rounded the curve that revealed the villa in all its glory, I no longer felt like the ground was moving. Good thing, too, since the sight of where we'd be staying would have toppled me sideways.

"Oh, wow," I breathed. The "villa" was actually two buildings connected by an expansive stone patio with a huge raised firepit. The largest building, a white, flat-roofed, single-story block that matched the sand’s shade, had a glass wall facing the sea and what looked like a dining room and kitchen inside. Shallow steps terraced the front of the building and blended seamlessly with the glittering white, textured stone of the outdoor seating area. The patio narrowed to a point at the water's edge, where it met a long dock leading out to another, smaller building, a miniature version of the one on the shore.

"That's your bedroom," Troy said, pointing down the dock as we stepped onto the patio. "Over there, that's the main living quarters, your dining room, kitchen, water closet, and then out on the dock, you have your bedroom, another lounging area, and a full bath. You can swim from your bedroom; we just ask that you be aware that there are sharks in these waters that are most active around dawn and dusk."

I’ll be damned if I’m getting in there, I communicated to Neil with my eyebrows.

"The outdoor shower and freshwater soaking tub are located in the grotto, which is just down that path," Troy continued, his speech pitching upward as he reached the end of his smoothly delivered lines. "And the meal you requested is being prepared at the main house."

"Have it brought to our dining room, please," Neil said, cracking his neck. "And plenty of ice and Perrier."

“And give the girls whatever they want,” I added.

"Absolutely.” If Troy said that word one more time, it would be his official catchphrase.

"Shall we?" Neil put out his arm to me as Troy headed back down the path, mumbling into his walkie-talkie.

The dock was equipped with railings, thank god, because the ink dark of the sea played vertigo-inducing tricks on my eyes. I leaned on Neil to guide me and closed my eyes until we reached the door.

"Could you imagine if they hadn't put in a master bath?" El-Mudad mused. "Hamptons stunner eaten by shark on the way to the bathroom."

I lifted my chin and replied in a lofty tone, "I'll have you know that I would just hold it."

He shrugged. "I wasn’t talking about you."

"Stunner, am I?" Neil put one hand over his heart. "Bless you."

"I wasn’t talking about you, either." El-Mudad gestured to his body.

"The bed is small." I kicked off my shoes and jumped onto the king-sized mattress. "We're going to have to sleep close."

"Which would be lovely, were it not a thousand degrees," Neil grumbled, stalking to the panel on the wall. "Thank god for air conditioning."

"You know, the people who lived on this island back in the day didn't have air conditioning," I pointed out.

"There were no people here,” Neil huffed as he brutalized the downward-pointing triangle button with his fingertip. "Only turtles. Didn’t you read the dossier?"

"No. But I want to know what's up with this grotto thing." I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs, pointing my toes to the ceiling. "That sounds very Playboy Mansion."

"God, I hope it's not like that." Neil made the face of a man who'd seen the unspeakable.

El-Mudad pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. "It was so tacky. And I swear the peacocks shat in there."

I pressed my fingertips to my forehead. "Of course, you've both been there. Promise that you'll never tell me whatever it was you got up to there."

"I was there in the eighties, so I assume he had a much better time,” Neil said.

“They were filming a reality show the few times I was there. Everything was very PG-13." El-Mudad climbed onto the bed, unfastening his fly as he did so. "However, tonight is not. Get your skirt up, Sophie."

“Ooh! Oui, Monsieur,” I giggled, pulling my skirt up as he commanded. He freed himself from his boxers and knelt between my legs, lazily stroking his semi-hard cock. "Move your panties aside and show me your cunt."

I raised my knees and let them fall apart, slipping my beige silk panties aside.

"Good. Touch yourself. With just one finger."

My hand drifted down my body before he stopped me. "Wet it first."

I maintained eye contact as I sucked my middle finger into my mouth. When I released it, a string of saliva stretched from my fingertip to my bottom lip.

"She's so obedient for you," Neil said, unable to hide the slight jealousy in his voice.