"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 011 - Sunset Paradise" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

"Fine," Emma replied coolly.
"Sounds like fun," Carrie added.
"Lovely," Trevor said. "We'll meet you in the lobby at, say, eightish?"
"We'll book, of course," Geoffrey, the pale one, added.
"Of course," Emma agreed.
"Well, we're off to play a round of golf," Nigel said, getting up from the sand. "We'll see you later. Come on, lads!"
As soon as they were out of earshot the girls started laughing again hysterically.
"Lads?" Carrie squealed. "God, they're like something right out of an English novel!" She playfully kicked some sand on Sam's foot. "I don't know how you do it, Samantha Bridges," she teased, "but you do it."
"I know," Sam said modestly. "It's a talent."
"Nouveau riche if ever I've seen it," Emma commented drily.
"What does that mean? They're rich but
they haven't had money as long as you have?" Sam demanded.
"It's more their style," Emma murmured, looking down at the sand. She knew she was being a snob and she didn't like herself very much for it. I'm supposed to have gotten over all that stuff! she reminded herself.
"Spare me," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"You're right," Emma conceded. "Ignore what I said."
"They seem nice enough," Carrie said with an easy shrug. "And it'll certainly be an adventure."
"Not to mention the fact that they're buying us dinner," Sam added.
"But all our dinners are being paid for by Paradise Swimwear," Emma reminded her.
"That's right," Sam exclaimed. "I forgot. Well, maybe they'll just give us the cash instead."
Emma and Carrie were too dumbfounded to respond, and Sam blithely buried her head back in her book on gambling.
"I suggest we dress to kill/' Sam said from her place on Emma's bed. Carrie was in the shower, and Emma and Sam were relaxing before dressing for dinner with Nigel, Trevor, and Geoffrey.
"You actually got some sun today," Emma said, peering at the strap mark left on Sam's shoulder.
"Really?" Sam asked, jumping to look at her reflection in the mirror. Her darkly tanned skin stood out against the stark white of the bath sheet wrapped around her. Sure enough, there were faint markings of slightly lighter skin at her shoulders. "And here I thought I was as tan as a redhead could get."
"You're probably tanner than any redhead should get," Emma remarked, reaching for the clear nail polish on the nightstand.
"Hey, I do not have typical redhead skin,"
Sam objected, admiring her tan in the mirror.
"Whew, what a great shower," Carrie exclaimed as she padded into the room. "Later on I've got to try that Jacuzzi. And the hot tub."
"I've always thought it would be incredibly romantic to do it in a Jacuzzi," Sam rhapsodized, plopping herself down on the bed again. "Music playing in the background, vintage champagne, just Luke Perry and me ..."
"Dream on," Carrie laughed.
"Maybe Pres down in the dolphin tank would like to be invited up for a little romance," Emma suggested. "Although he'd have a hard time fitting in the Jacuzzi with you."
"Sex with a dolphin is a little too kinky for me," Sam said regally.
"Sex with anyone is a little too kinky for you," Carrie teased. "You're all talk, no action." She headed back to her own bedroom.
"Don't remind me," Sam sighed. "I'm probably the oldest living virgin in the world."
"I'm two months older than you," Emma pointed out, waving her hands to dry her nail polish, "which means I've got you beat."
un, you're going to do it with Kurt any day now, and you know it," Sam told her.
"Maybe," Emma said with a secret smile.
Sam sat up and stared at her friend. "You didn't do it already and not tell us, did you?"
"No," Emma admitted, "I didn't."
"Well, I should hope not!" Sam said huffily. "You can't keep that kind of juicy gossip from your two best friends!"
"At the risk of changing the subject," Carrie said, coming back into Emma's bedroom and catching Sam's last sentence, "what are you two going to wear tonight?"
"Something incredible," Sam said.
Carrie turned to Emma. "What's appropriate?"
"You'll see a lot of understated, elegant simplicity," Emma said with a shrug. "You know, pastel linens and silks that look plain but cost a mintЧthat sort of thing."
"Gee, my wardrobe is just teeming with that sort of thing," Carrie said sarcastically.
"Understated elegance is not exactly my style," Sam said, getting up from the bed. "I plan to dress for optimum male attention."
"Meaning short on material, long on skin," Carrie translated.
"You got it," Sam agreed, disappearing into her own room.
"Well, what do you think?" Sam asked as she waltzed back into Emma and Carrie's sitting room forty-five minutes later. She had on a tiny, sleeveless hot pink Lycra minidress with hot pink high heels, and a hot pink ribbon held her curls up on top of her head. Between the high heels and the high hair, she loomed well over six feet tall.
"Taller than the Statue of Liberty," Carrie opined, staring up at Sam.
"That color is great with your tan," Emma added. "You look sensational!"