Page 52 of Pleasure Island

Millie laughed. “Not like that, it isn’t. And she watches you the same way. You two complement each other.”

She held out her hands once more while I puzzled over that comment. “You saved her. Thank you.” She smiled at me as she squeezed my hands. “I owe you a debt now.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Hush.” She pulled her hands free and pointed a finger at me. “You don’t get to argue with me over this.” The stern look on her face melted away, and she touched my cheek. “You saved Mila. If you ever need anything from me, you just have to ask.”

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I hadno idea what made Millie think that her granddaughter and I complemented each other. We couldn’t have been more different.

I made myself walk another ten minutes, hoping my muscles didn’t tighten up on me, and the entire time, Millie’s words seemed to echo in my head.

How could an assured, beautiful,sexywoman like Mila and mecomplementeach other?

Still brooding over it, I made my way back to the bungalow. I wanted a long, hot shower.

And Mila.

I pushed that thought out of my head as I swiped my keycard, letting myself inside. I hadn’t even had a chance to close the door when I saw Mila rising from the couch where I’d slept.

She wore a robe, unbelted so that it gaped in the front. She was unperturbed by the fact. I very much wasn’t.

That gap revealed inches of her beautiful body, the inner curves of her breasts, her belly, the curls between her thighs.

I wanted to push the material off her shoulders and do exactly what she’d told me to yesterday.Find out what I like. Show me what you like.

Mila lifted her chin as we stared at each other, the challenge on her face undeniable.

“I’m not going to offer again,” she said, reaching up to push the robe off her shoulders. It fell in a puddle at her feet, and she stared at me, completely naked. “Forget about what your head is telling you, Liam. Do you want to be with me?”

I knew she meant what she said. If I said no this time, that was it.

The thought of never being able to touch her smooth skin wasn’t what drove me to take a step forward though.

It was that look in her eyes.

That determined, challenging look.

I reached up and cupped her cheek.

She rubbed her face against my hand.

I was a goner.

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