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

"An umbrella would be lovely," Emma said in her cultured voice.
"Instantly," Karl said. "And towels, and some chaise longues. Would you care for something cool to drink?"
Sam whistled. This is outrageous! she thought.
"Three iced teas would be lovely, Karl," Emma said.
"Our pleasure to serve you," Karl said, making a slight bow. "All our guests should be as comfortable as possible here in paradise." He turned and was gone in a flash.
"You are so good at that," Sam told Emma. "You sound like you've been ordering people aroundЧin the nicest possible way, of courseЧfor your whole life."
"That's because she has!" Carrie laughed.
"Hey, don't spread it around," Emma said, nudging Carrie in the ribs.
"What's with his English accent, anyway?" Sam asked, truly puzzled.
"We aren't in America anymore," Carrie
reminded her. "The Bahamas are independent now, but they used to belong to Great Britain."
"Enough geography," Emma said, pulling off her white linen coverup. "Let's go for a swim."
"That suit is fantastic," Sam said, gazing at Emma.
"Thanks," Emma said happily. "I got it at that boutique inside the Sunset Inn." Emma's bathing suit matched her coverup. It was all white, with high-cut legs and a low-cut underwire-bra top. A thin thread of gold wove its way through the material.
"Well, I feel so attractive now in my navy-blue one-piece," Carrie said with a sigh, unbuttoning her denim shirt and dropping it to the sand.
"Well?" Sam asked as she pulled the T-shirt over her head and struck a model-like pose for her friends.
"I was right! It is just big enough to wrap a sandwich," Emma hooted.
"Hey, my motto is, if you've got it, flaunt it!" Sam decreed.
"You look great," Carrie said. "Believe me, if I had your body, I'd flaunt it, too."
"Yeah, well, if I had your bustline, I'd wear shirts cut down to my navel," Sam
retorted, "but you never show off your assets."
"Imagination is everything," Carrie said, wiggling her eyebrows at Sam. "Besides, I'm definitely not the shirt-cut-down-to-my-navel type," she added.
"But we're in paradise," Sam reminded her. "I say we live dangerously!"
Karl walked up to them with three chaise longues and an umbrella in tow. Three enormous, fluffy towels were draped over his arm. He handed each girl a towel and set up their chaises and umbrella.
"Thanks, Karl," Emma said. She turned to Sam and Carrie. "Who's up for a quick swim?"
"I'm parking here to study this gambling book," Sam said, plopping down on her chaise.
"See you later!" Carrie called out, running with Emma toward the ocean.
"Okay, how tough can this be?" Sam murmured to herself, cracking open You'll Never Need a Job Again.
"Your iced teas," Karl said, reappearing with three tall, frosted glasses on a tray.
"Thanks," Sam said, taking a glass from the tray. Karl set the others on the small table attached to the arm of each chaise.
Sam sipped at the drink, and inhaled the
aroma of the fresh mint and lemon that floated at the top of the glass.
"'Lesson number oneЧthe mindset of a winner/" Sam read out loud. She was completely absorbed in the book when a shadow fell over her.
"You'll Never Need a Job Again," read a male voice with an English accent. "I could've written that myself!"
Sam looked up at the guy who had spoken. He had brown hair cut short in the back and long in the front, and his grin showed two cute dimples. He was slender but muscular, and his tanned skin glistened against his bright red surfer jams. The other two guys with him were cute, too, Sam noted swiftly. One was tall, blond, and thin with pale skin and a handsome face, and the other was short and cuddly with curly, longish black hair. And all three of them were smiling down at Sam.
"Does that mean you don't work, or you don't have to?" Sam asked him. "Because there's a big difference."
"Bloody right!" he agreed with a grin, but he still didn't say which answer was correct.
By the time Emma and Carrie got back to the umbrella, the three English guys were lounging on the sand next to Sam's chaise,
laughing and carrying on as if they'd all known one another forever.
"We can't leave you alone for an instant!" Emma teased as she picked up her towel to dry off.
"Too true," Sam agreed blithely. She turned to introduce the guys. "This is Trevor, that's Nigel, and over there is Geoffrey. They're here on vacation from London. And this is Emma and Carrie."
"Hello," Emma said, wishing she didn't sound so formal. I've got to stop doing that! she scolded herself.
"Hi," Carrie added, smiling back at curly-haired Nigel. / really like his smile, Carrie thought.
"England's such a total bore in the summer," Trevor said, brushing his hair out of his blue eyes. "So we thought we'd spend a few days here, then trot off to Miami and then perhaps to New York."
"Although New York can be beastly, too," Geoffrey added with a sigh.
"I understand you're a photographer for Rock On magazine," Nigel said, looking at Carrie with interest. "I'm a pretty keen fan of it." Carrie smiled at him.
"Hold on, loves!" Trevor exclaimed. "I've an idea. What if we invite you three ladies to
join us for dinner this evening in the President's Restaurant?"
"Smashing idea!" Nigel seconded, looking at Carrie expectantly.
"Right, smashing," Sam agreed, stifling a giggle. She turned to her friends. "Well, isn't it smashing?"