pdf - The Extremist.PDF by Linda Eberharter

Author:Linda Eberharter [Eberharter, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:33:55.280000+00:00

Chapter Five

Annie thought she must have blacked out. The world slowly swam back into focus.

She was gazing into the corner pocket of the pool table. Nestled within, she saw the shine of the white cue ball, the last ball Martin had sunk. Dust motes danced in the light above the table. In the shadowed corners of the room, bookshelves. That’s right. She was in the basement of a run-down hotel on a remote island in the Bahamas, thousands of miles from home. What was she doing here, naked and spread wide, with her body exposed for all to see? Then again, was there anywhere she’d rather be?

Martin stroked his hand down her spine. Gathering her in his arms, he lifted her off the pool table. “You can stand up now, sugar.” When her feet touched the ground, her knees buckled. He grabbed her around the waist to keep her upright. “Do you know how delicious you look? You should walk around naked all day long.”

She cleared her throat. “I … I don’t think so. I have social phobia.”

“Social phobia? What’s that?” His hand was warm around her waist.

“Oh, just … fear of having people look at me. Fear of being embarrassed. Fear of being with people in general.”

“What a tragic waste. Is that why you hide your body away?” His hand descended to her still-damp curls.

“Usually,” she said dryly.

“I should thank my lucky stars you’re making an exception in my case. You’re stunning, you know. Your white skin against the green of the table—I wish I had my camera.”

She blanched.

“Camera-shy, too, are you? No worries. No cameras here. Well, we’re a sight, aren’t we?” He looked down at his dangling cock and the sticky liquid drying on her thighs.

“I’d say it’s time for a dip. I’ll race you to the beach.” He strode to the door, naked; his muscles moved beautifully under his bronze skin.

“Just hang on a minute.” She looked around for her sarong.

“Looking for this?” He held up the sarong, a crumpled burgundy ball in his fist. “Or this?” He slung the hip-huggers over his shoulder. “Come and get ‘em.” He disappeared out the door.

Mortified, Annie stood alone in the dim poolroom. All the light, all the fun, seemed to have gone out of the room when Martin left. It even seemed a few degrees cooler and, for the first time, she noticed the dankness of the air. With one hand, she covered her breasts, with the other, her groin. No way could she go out there naked. What if she stayed in the poolroom all night? All week? Would a cleaning lady come eventually? Or some pool players, God forbid? She looked around for something to drape over herself.

The couch pillows might work, or maybe she could hold books in front of her if anyone came.

Or…

The whisper of the surf seemed to steal through the window. Don’t be afraid, it hissed. We’re waiting for you. Please come and play.

She pictured the route she would have to take.

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