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

"Meaning you've done it before," Sam said.
"Well, yes," Emma admitted.
Sam snorted. "Figures. Is there anything you haven't done yet?"
"There sure is!" Carrie laughed. "She hasn't gone all the way withЧ"
"Forget I mentioned it," Sam said, shaking her head ruefully.
"So, should we go?" Carrie asked.
"Sounds good to me," Sam said, polishing off her third croissant. "These are great!" she added, reaching for a fourth.
"Take it with you, oh bottomless pit," Emma told Sam. "The boat leaves from the ferryport in fifteen minutes."
Sam stood up. "Then we're outta here!" She wrapped her croissant in a napkin and they headed for the lobby.
An hour later, Sam, Emma, and Carrie were sitting in the bow of Heart of Glass as it plowed through the slight chop of the Atlantic Ocean. The warm summer wind blew in their faces, salt spray kicked up around them, and gulls and pelicans flew escort overhead.
"Pretty nice," Sam admitted, peeling off her T-shirt to work on her tan.
"Great boat," Carrie chimed in. "And nice crowd!"
"And how!" Sam exclaimed, stretching out. "Did you see that muscular guy with the blue eyes who got on just after we did? What a babeasaurus!"
"I saw him," Carrie said. "He's cute."
"Carrie Alden falls in lust on the Heart of Glass! Yes!" Sam grinned as she spoke. "This boat is made to party."
She was right. The Heart of Glass was designed for fun. Gleaming white, and more than one hundred feet long, the vessel featured an open bar complete with white-
jacketed bartender, a sumptuous buffet lunch, and a DJ spinning island reggae tunes over a primo sound system. And in the center of the boat, down a set of stairs and surrounded by couchlike cushions, was the glass bottom, about thirty feet long and ten feet wide.
They'd been steaming for about twenty minutes when the Heart of Glass slowed markedly. The Jimmy Cliff reggae song that had been playing faded out, and the captain's voice replaced it.
"Welcome to the Heart of Glass," he said, his voice a mixture of authority and jocularity. "We're here to serve you. Have a good time, and stay safe. You'll notice we've slowed the ship. We're now pulling over Spanish ReefЧwe'll be anchoring here. We invite you to come to the glass-bottom area to have a look."
"That's our cue," Sam said, standing up.
"So let's go," Carrie added.
The three girls hustled down to the glass-bottom nook and plopped themselves down on a cushion. All the other passengersЧabout thirty people in aUЧwere filing in, juggling assorted beers, cocktails, and glasses of fruit juice in their hands.
The cute, muscular guy that Sam and Carrie had noticed sat down right next to
Carrie. Sam nudged Carrie in the ribs. "It's fate," she whispered playfully. Carrie nudged her back and rolled her eyes heavenward.
As the Heart of Glass slowed to a stop over the reef, the girls looked down through the glass. At first they could see nothing more than rushing water. But as the ship stopped moving, suddenly a wonderful and alien aquatic world snapped into view.
It was as if they were looking down into the biggest aquarium they had ever seen. And it was full of life. Fish were everywhere. The coral reefs themselves reached up almost to the bottom of the Heart of Glass.
"Awesome!" Sam breathed. "Look at that!" A big fish that shimmered irides-cently with what seemed like a thousand different colors moved into view. It pecked away at the reef nonchalantly.
One of the Heart of Glass crew, who wore a nametag identifying him as Timothy, gave a running commentary on the underwater sights.
"That fish with the big teeth, chewing on the coral, is a parrotfish," he said knowl-edgeably, his accent a pleasant singsong. "See that school of fish down below him, with the black and white vertical stripes?
They're sergeant majors. And the long fish with the big teeth is a barracuda."
The girls watched, fascinated, as the barracuda snapped up another fish with its big jaws and consumed it.
"Must be related to the De Witts," Sam quipped. The girls laughed hard. Sam took advantage of the laugh to lean over and whisper to Emma, "Carrie likes that guy sitting next to her, but she's too shy to do anything about it. Watch this!" she hissed, winking conspiratorially. She then leaned forward and looked right across Carrie at the hunky guy.
"What's your favorite fish?" Sam asked him coyly.
"Excuse me?" the guy said.
"I asked you what your favorite fish is," Sam repeated.
"The guppy," the guy replied with laughter in his voice.
"The guppy, huh?" Sam said. "Well, this is amazing. That's my friend's favorite fish, too." She looked at Carrie and grinned.
"Sam!" Carrie groaned.
"Seriously," Sam continued. "The girl is crazy for guppies."
The guy smiled at Sam and Carrie. "Well, I don't see any guppies down there, but I
still wish I had my camera now. This is amazing," the guy said.
"You take pictures?" Carrie spoke up. Photography was a subject she felt totally comfortable with.
"Strictly amateur," the guy said. "How about you?"
"Her name's Carrie and she's a professional," Sam piped up helpfully.
"Sam.'" Carrie admonished her. "I can speak for myself!"
"Glad to hear it," the guy said, grinning at Carrie. "I'm Matt Carlton." He stuck out his hand.
"Carrie Alden," Carrie said, shaking his hand. Strong hands, she thought. Nice hands.
"Are you really a professional photographer?" Matt asked Carrie.
"Oh, no," Carrie told him. "I'm a student at Yale, really, andЧ"
"Hey, she had some of her photos printed in Rock On magazine," Sam interrupted.