Jhon narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t let that happen.
But where was Alize?
Scowling, he glanced at his watch. He had texted that they were
on the way. But Jhon would have to start on his own. Grimly going down the
stairs to the lower terrace, he started walking toward Isa and his Russian
rival.
Jhon,” he heard a woman’s voice coo behind him. Setting his
jaw, he turned with a scowl.
Neha smiled up at him from a poolside cabana, where
she was holding court in her tiny bikini. Five half-naked young men surrounded
her, offering her food she would never eat in a million years. Jhon saw one
particularly hapless youngster trying to tempt her with a platter of bread and
cheese. Bread and cheese? Neha’s idea of a fattening meal was menthol
cigarettes and a handful of raisins.
Lounging
