Page 59 of Wild Idol
There were a lot of secrets here. I just hadn’t discovered them all yet.
Sunshine continued. “Star is beautiful. I don’t know many who could say no to her. Especially considering that Solomon doesn’t share her.”
“She’s not Solomon’s possession. And I don’t think it was in her heart.“
Sunshine smiled. “I’m nobody’s possession. Do you want to know what’s in my heart?”
Sunshine pulled the string of her bikini top, and her glorious endowments bounced free.
She had my full attention.
“Are you sure Solomon didn’t put you up to this?”
“Nobody put me up to this,” she said in an innocent voice. “I chose you. From the moment you stepped onto the island. I knew I wanted you.”
“I’m flattered.”
Her delicate fingers tugged her bikini bottoms, and she shimmied them over her hips, sliding them down her glorious thighs. The candlelight made her look absolutely edible. Sunshine pulled back the mosquito netting and crawled into bed with me.
The gorgeous blonde straddled my hips, and with a gentle rocking, sparked lustful desires. She teased the pleasures that awaited.
This was a moment that didn’t need any conversation. I didn’t need a road map or a procedural manual to know what to do next. Still, given the situation, I wanted to sort out her motivation. “Are you happy here?”
“I’m happy now,” she cooed.
She flattened her body against mine and gave me a kiss. Her lips were soft and full and fit mine perfectly.
When we broke for air, I asked another dumb question. “Have you ever wanted to leave?”
Her face wrinkled like the notion was idiotic. “No. Why would I want to leave?”
“Do you ever feel unsafe here? Manipulated? Coerced?”
“No, silly,” she said with a giggle.
“You know he’s under investigation in the States.”
She dismissed it. “Complete bullshit. Visionaries are always persecuted. They don’t want us to do what we’re doing. They want to control us. Tell us what we can and can’t do, tax us, make us conform. Here, we don’t have any of that. I don’t pay bills. I don’t buy things I don’t need. I don’t pay rent. I’m not wasting my life at some dead-end job with no time to enjoy the things that truly matter. What kind of life is that? Who would want to go back to that?”
She was making a compelling argument for living off the grid.
“There’s no crime here. No war. No hatred. Is it so hard to understand why people would choose to opt out of modern society?”
“Not hard to understand at all.”
“This is a better way. I was miserable before. My life has meaning now.”
“I’m glad,” I said.
“Look, I’m not an airhead. I just play one on TV. I’ve got a Master’s in Psychology. I know all about manipulators and how to spot them. No one is going to manipulate or coerce me. Is Solomon perfect? No. But under his leadership, we built this place. That’s gotta count for something.”
“Fair enough.”
“Most of my friends have mountains of debt. They buy things they can’t afford, so they can flex on social media. They married the guy with the best earning potential, not the best emotional intelligence score. While he’s at work, banging the secretary, she’s bored and starved for attention. Some guy on the internet tells her she’s pretty and how he’d treat her like a queen, and she spreads her legs for him. Their entire lives are a façade. They’re miserable. They’re always going to be miserable because their priorities are all out of whack. That’s never going to be me.”
I chuckled. “Okay. You’ve almost got me sold.”
Sunshine smiled. “Good. You might find you like it here.”
