Through The Lens (Creative Hearts Book 1) Read Free

than a boat lover, be it ferry or yacht, any day. This shaky ride was probably killing her, but knowing Mika, she’d rather rip her nails out one by one than admit her fear. That was another something she was passionate about. Being tough. It’s what made her the best assistant he’d ever had. She was the one that didn’t run away even when things got rough, and he was damned lucky to have her.  
    Ale picked up his camera again as if in a daze. It was his third eye, and Mika’s cocoa brown skin filled his lens in a blurry haze before her whole image came into clear view. He did a quick scan, clicking the shutter as the ferry picked up a bit of speed and the wind whipped around them.  
    Her short brown hair blew in the wind around her face, and the sun glistened on her dampened skin. He could see where some of the hairs clung to the curve of her long neck and around her delicate ear. Her thin white cotton top flapped behind her in the breeze, molding to her chest and revealing the outline of a black bra underneath.  
    Ale sucked in a breath, fingers tightening on his camera, as his mind suddenly filled with the image of his hands caressing her tantalizing breasts. Whoa, there. He blinked, trying to get his thoughts back to a professional perspective. He looked to the horizon again, but his gaze drifted back to her. She was wearing short khaki shorts that were well-weathered and functional but hugged her curvy body in all the right places and showed off her legs to their fullest advantage. He wanted to reach out and run his hand up that leg from her sneaker to the inside of her thigh.  
    Stop! What was going on here? This was Mika. His Mika. His easy, staid, dependable, and off limits Mika.  
    The same woman who’d been haunting his thoughts way too much for comfort lately.
    He shifted, turning a few degrees to adjust the sudden discomfort in his pants, bringing a tranquil scene of blue water and a large rock formation into his view. He thought for a moment about jumping into the ocean and cooling himself off. But the blasted water probably wasn’t cold enough to ease him like he really needed.
    “It’s just ahead,” Tong yelled over the wind, directing Alejandro’s thoughts back to reality.
    Perfect. As with most things, it turned out Mika was right. They should have stayed at the resort where they could focus on business. Suddenly, three days alone with his assistant did not sound like the best of ideas.
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    “Okay, now you have to admit it. This is worth the trip,” Alejandro said a little while later as the boat drew closer to the shore.  
    Mika clamped down on a retort. He was right. The secluded island looked perfect. She’d never seen a place so uncharted, so untamed.
    She tried hard to squash her uneasiness about being on the island with Ale for the next three days and told herself it would be just fine. They had worked together long enough for her to get past these confusing feelings toward him. It was her problem and not a big deal.  
    She looked toward the white sandy beach, taking in the lush surroundings and the line-up of beach huts that stood impossibly high on wooden stilts. To the right was a long dock and to the left, behind the huts, was nothing but mountains and rich greenery full of endless possibilities. Not a high-rise in sight. She looked at Alejandro and could see his eyes lighting with anticipation. There was even a waterfall trailing down the mountain. She bet if he could, he would grab his camera and go running for it now. His face held all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, and she loved that about him. No matter his gruff manner, he never failed to get excited about his work. Despite all the different beautiful women that graced his arms—and she suspected, his bed—the work was his first love, the way he truly expressed himself.
    But upon further study Mika couldn’t help the nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach. There was not a light pole in sight. No sign