Bare In Bermuda Read Free

time in Bermuda. Go sidle on up to Caballero Caliente and ask him to give you a Spanish lesson. And by Spanish lesson, I mean get naked. Just in case you didn't understand.”
    “Oh, I got you. I'm not going to get naked with a total stranger, but I appreciate the potential for living out a fantasy.”
    “You don't have to get naked with the guy,” Simon told her. “But that doesn't mean you can't pretend you wouldn't.”
    She snapped her phone shut after saying goodbye, then edged around the bar to where Caballero Caliente sat. Using elbows and determination, Henna found a standing spot at the bar next to the man to call her own. She gave him a smile before turning to the bartender who took an inordinate amount of interest in the man she thought of as her Caballero Caliente . When logic and the rules of waiting politely for the next turn dictated she should be next, the bartender ignored her as she moved on to another male customer.
    “Have my chair.” The man spoke a smooth and sufficiently accented English, making him automatically sexy. She smiled at what the universe offered up. He met every requirement on her mental list of perfect for a purely sexual relationship for a predetermined length of time. That time being both short and hot. Dark eyes, dark hair, mid-thirties, fit, foreign, and well dressed. The tea-dyed linen suit coupled with a pristine white shirt was sophisticated and expensive looking. Perfect. “I was just leaving.”
    “Pity,” she said. “You look about as bored as I feel. I thought we could commiserate.”
    “Or I could stay and we could have a drink together.” He stood from his stool, shifting places with her before someone else could steal the coveted spot. She added tall to the list of what made him an ideal temporary lover.
    “Thank you.” She adjusted her ass on the seat, then turned to her new friend, tall and handsome with deep brown hair. Eyes the color of coffee beans were not diminished by the fine lines that proved he smiled often. His most handsome trait had to be the air of confidence that surrounded him. No boy still trying to find his place in the world could ever seem so confident in his own skin. She gestured to herself. “Henna.”
    “Eduardo. What will you have?” he asked with a vintage Ricardo Montalban accent. He raised a finger and hooked the bartenders attention as if he were the only person at the crowded bar.
    “Whatever you're having.” She smiled as she mentally checked her posture and adjusted her legs to show them off as best she could. A few moments later, she had a glass of ruby Port in front of her and Eduardo's undivided attention. A bad morning turned into a promising afternoon. “Thank you.”
    “You are very welcome,” he replied.
    As he gave her a steely stare of intense passion, her body began to tremble, and heat radiated from her core. She feared if she looked him in the eye for long, he would see how his attention affected her. So in an effort to temper the sudden longing that had gripped her body, she studied her drink. A small voice that sounded a lot like Simon's taunted her. Chicken. Big, yellow chicken that hasn't had sex in months or done anything even remotely daring in a decade.
    Shut up. She grabbed onto the adventurous and daring part of her personality, pulled up, and forced it forward. You don't know this man. He doesn't know you. As far as he knows, you are sexy, fulfilled, adventurous, and daring. There is no reason you cannot be that person for an hour or two while you're waiting for an airplane. Be awesome, Henna! Be fabulous! You don't have to have sex with this man, but you can make him think you would, given the right opportunity.
    “So,” she said. “Have you ever fantasized about picking up a total stranger in an airport and having your way with them?”
    “What makes you think I haven't picked up a total stranger in an airport and had my way with them?” The look in his eyes and the tilt of his mouth told her