"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 002 - Sunset Kiss" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

Templetons' business manager, had hired her at the au pair convention in New
York.
The convention was actually a big weekend meeting held at a hotel. During the
weekend, girls who wanted summer jobs as mother's helpers-also known as au
pairs-had met prospective employers from all around the country. It was there
that Carrie had been interviewed and hired by Mr. Rudolph. Now Carrie was living
in a fabulous mansion, taking care of the rock star's two adorable children, and
having the summer of her life.
The second unbelievably great thing to happen had also begun back at the au pair
convention. Carrie had met Sam and Emma there. They'd become fast friends,
deciding that they wanted to work together on gorgeous, beachy Sunset IsIand.
Luckily all three of them had been hired to work on the isIand. And in the two
weeks since they had arrived, their friendship had really grown.
There had been a few hurdles. One major one, really. Just the week before, Sam
and Carrie had discovered Emma's secret, which she'd been desperately trying to
hide with a complicated web of lies and half-truths. Of course, when the secret
is that you're one of the megarich and famous Boston Cresswells, it's kind of
hard to hide it. Especially when a snotty rich girl on the isIand is determined
to expose you. Discover your secret. Lorell CourtIand had hounded Emma from the
minute she'd arrived, finally importing the meanest, snobbiest girl from Emma's
boarding school to unmask Emma in front of her new-found friends. That had been
a pretty ugly scene.
For a while Carrie and Sam had felt betrayed. Why had Emma lied to them? Did
they really know her at all? But after Emma had explained how she was hoping to
find herself-or at least redefine herself-without the trappings of her parents'
money and status, they forgave her. Emma had been truly contrite and there was
no question that, aside from her amazing background, she was one of the nicest
people around. No wonder she'd run like the blazes to get away from her family
and all the snobby creeps like Lorell she'd been surrounded with all her life.
Now the threesome was back together and ready to "rave on," as Sam liked to say.
And now this, probably the most unbelievable thing. Taking pictures at a Graham
Perry concert! Backstage! Just before coming to the isIand, Carrie had won
second prize in the New Jersey State Teen Photographers Contest. She'd thought
nothing could top that. But as far as she was concerned, this was even more
thrilling.
"Look," said Sam, "isn't that the barracuda we saw at Howie Lawrence's party?"
Sam was looking in the direction of a long-legged young woman of about twenty
with shoulder-length, shaggy blond hair.
"Yeah," said Carrie. "She's the one who was all over Billy. What's she doing
here?" "I don't know, but she's talking to Graham Perry's drummer and recording
everything he says," noted Emma.
"Maybe she'll hit on him and leave Billy alone tonight," Carrie suggested
hopefully.
"Speaking of incredible hunks, I do believe Billy is approaching," whispered
Sam. "And so is his awesome companion, Pres." Sure enough, Billy and Pres were
walking toward them. Quiet! Carrie commanded her heart, which had suddenly
started beating like a jackhammer at top speed. Be cool, she ordered herself
sternly.
"Hola, vixens. Que tal?" Pres greeted them in his sultry Southern voice.
"We vixens que tal just fine," laughed Sam flirtatiously.