“What is that?”
Justin flashed his signature wolfish smile. “You’ll see.”
Anna mourned in silence. Yes, he was kinky to the bone.
Chapter Five
Anna shielded her eyes from the sky-blinding sun of St. Croix and inhaled a lungful of fresh island air. For a moment, her woes were forgotten. The spectacular scenery had taken her mind away from the problems that exhausted her emotionally. With each passing day, guilt devoured her from the inside.
She’d promised she wouldn’t fall for the Martel brothers, but she found herself doing just the exact opposite. Even though they were technically her bosses, they were perfect lovers. Too perfect, in fact. They were everything a woman could want in a man. Matt with his dominant, warrior persona that had awakened her inner submissive. Justin, who made her feel secure and protected when he wasn’t being mischievous. And Raphael…Anna sighed. That man could drive a woman into perpetual horniness.
Ralph was one of those rare people with a sexual allure so potent they attracted the opposite sex like moths to flames. From the way he talked, his body language, everything he did filled her mind with dirty thoughts. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet. All Raphael did during the flight was cuddle.
Anna started questioning her sanity. Could she really repay him and his brothers’ kindness with treachery? She wasn’t cut out to be a spy. The guilt trip was too much to bear.
The sand felt warm on her feet. Anna stepped into the water and let the small tides lick her wet. Paradise. She drew another deep breath and closed her eyes, deeply wishing she could enjoy all of this without being consumed by her guilt.
“Anna…”
She startled and opened her eyes.
Ralph kissed her cheek and curled an arm around her waist. “Like the place?” he asked.
“It’s amazing.”
He’d brought her to the Martels’ private estate on the north shore of Cane Bay. The villa was situated on secluded land that used to be a plantation. Trees surrounded them as far as the eyes could see. Green. Quiet. Serene. The beach was within walking distance of the villa, accessible through a winding stone path. Ralph had told her he and his brothers bought the place for an occasional escape from their busy life. The place was a perfect retreat.
Ralph tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His sparkling azure eyes that rivalled the colour of the sea drowned her in adoration. “Hungry?”
“Getting there.” Anna couldn’t get over admiring Ralph’s captivating gaze. Now that she thought about it, she’d never seen Justin and Raphael take off their contact lenses. She peered closer.
“What’s the matter?”
“Are you wearing contacts?”
He laughed. “No. Who told you that?”
“Marian Bancroft’s secretary. She said it’s for publicity purposes.”
“Hmm. Justin must’ve told them that.”
“Why?”
“Mostly to avoid too many questions. Identical triplets aren’t supposed to have different colour eyes, right?”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Well, mine are blue because I’m gifted with narias.”
“Narias? What is that?”
“It’s equivalent to a healer of my people.”
“Ah. Is that a Dutch thing? Defining social status based on the colour of a person’s eyes?”
“Dutch?”
“Justin said you’re from Netherland.”