Prying Eyes Read Free

they’re bone fishing,” Michael said. He pointed toward the water.
    Amelia held her hand up to her eyes to block out some of the setting sun so she could see. There were several boats on the water containing fishermen and one or two brave souls waterskiing from the backs of small motor boats.
    “How would you like to do that?” he asked, pointing toward the skiers.
    “No way,” Amelia replied. “There is no way I am going anywhere near that water because it would just be my luck to be eaten by a shark.”
    Michael laughed, took her hand and walked her towards their bungalows. The sun had finally set and the stars were starting to peek out.
    “Are you getting tired?” Amelia asked, wondering why he’d cut their walk short.
    “No,” Michael answered, still holding her hand. “Just anxious for a swim. This might be the last time we get to relax for a while.”
    That was true. The photo shoot was scheduled to begin at ten tomorrow and it would last well into the night. This would go on for the next couple of days until Ralph had got all the pictures he needed for magazines, billboards and other advertisements.
    They arrived back at Michael’s bungalow much too quickly. She had been getting used to the feel of his warm soft hand around hers.
    “Come over in one hour,” he told her. “I have a few phone calls to make first before we swim.”
    Amelia nodded. She also needed to call home to check on her parents and to check in with the agency to see what they had planned for her after the photo shoot was over. “Okay, I’ll knock in an hour.”
    Michael released her hand, smiled and walked through his door.
    Amelia smiled too and walked back to her bungalow, allowing her eyes to casually glance over at the neighbours’ door before entering her own.

    * * * *

    Michael’s heart nearly stopped when he opened his door and found a bikini-clad Amelia standing before him. He had expected her to at least wear the terry-cloth robe she had carelessly slung over her shoulder, but no, the princess was baring enough skin to make the dead wake up and take notice.
    “Am I too early?” she asked.
    Michael stepped aside and let her enter. “No, you’re right on time,” he said watching her behind bounce in the black bikini bottoms as she passed him. Be still my heart . He was in love with that ass. Michael closed and locked the door. “Right this way,” he said, directing her to the back door. He stepped aside and allowed her to exit first.
    “Wow,” Amelia said, stepping out on to the backyard patio. “This is nice and cosy.”
    She spoke of the table set for two, the bottle of Champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket and the covered trays of food.
    “When did you have time to do all this?” She stepped out further, walked over to the table and lifted the covers, revealing shrimp linguini, strawberries dipped in chocolate and a cantaloupe and honey-dew melon salad.
    “I had an hour. The phone calls didn’t take that long.”
    “I’m impressed,” she said walking away from the table and dipping a toe into the pool. “It’s warm.”
    It wasn’t the only thing. His body was on fire and hers was smoking.
    Michael followed her over towards the water. He sat down first and then stepped into the water. “Come on in,” he said extending his hand out to her.

    * * * *

    “You’re really going to spoil me,” Amelia said as Michael fed her chocolate-dipped strawberries after they had got out of the water about an hour later.
    “Sometimes a girl needs a bit of spoiling,” Michael said, using a napkin to wipe a bit of chocolate from her full pink lips. He was just about to attempt a kiss when he heard the door to the bungalow next door open. Michael put his finger to his lips to silence Amelia and pointed to the chain-link fence that separated them.
    Amelia looked towards the fence and stifled a gasp.
    Michael nodded. The two newlywed neighbours were back to their old tricks and very visible through the