The Billionaires Virgin Mistress

Chapter 12

By the time the rain stopped the next day, an hour after lunch, Mary was in a foul mood. She'd go mad if she didn't get some exercise. She'd always hated been confined. While Daniel mansion must be worth a mint, she wouldn't trade it for her cabin for all the money in the world. But will Dave believe her if she told him that? Somehow, she doubted it. She slipped out of the front door. The air was filled with the heavy scent of wet pine needles mingled with salt from the sea. Breathing deep, she set off down the narrow path that, she hoped, would lead her to the ocean. The path ended at a secluded cove ringed by rocks, where the water sparkled and danced, riffling onto a pale sand beach beach. Quickly she shucked off her borrowed sandals, and dipped her toe in. Cold, yes, but not unbearably so. She looked around. No one one sight, and Dave wouldn't be back until late in the afternoon. Like mischievous little girl she'd never been allowed to be, Mary stripped to her underwear and, giggling heartlessly, she ran into the water. In a mighty splash she flopped forward and thrashed toward the rocks. Heaven she thought, turning on her back and floating so she could gaze into the blue sky. Dave settle Daniel in the master suite in the mansion, promising to bring Mary to meet him in an hour or so. He then went in search of her. He drew a blank in the library, the dining room, and her bedroom. Her black dress was still hanging in the closet; so she couldn't have left. The beach, he thought. That's where she'd go. Unless she'd left Banjul altogether: she hadn't liked his ultimatum or his CEO act, and he wouldn't put it pass her to start walking the highway toward Barra. If she wasn't at shore, where would he look next? He hurried to his room and changed into running gear, and took off down the path. Wet leaves brushed his bare arms, and it was unseasonably warm. He was sweating by the time he emerged onto the beach. A little heap of clothes lay on the sand and the beach was deserted. Dave jolted to a stop and scanned the surf, his pulse pounding in his ears. Where the hell was she? Then he caught sight of a wet head out by the rocks. Mary. She was cavorting in the waves, diving , splashing and kicking. His relief was instantly engulfed in anger. He yelled her name. Her head swiveled. She waved at him, and even from that distance he could see her laughing. Anger notched up to sheer fury. He ran the length of the beach, his sneakers sinking into the sand. Then, with ferocious speed, he leaped from rock to rock along the long outcrop of granite. When he was level with her, he shouted, come closer I will lift you out. Treading water, she gazed dubiously at the chunks of rocks. I'll swim back to the beach and meet you there. " Do as you are told. Or so help me, I'll jump in and haul you out." A wave sloshed over her bare shoulders. Laughing with delight, she said pertly, it's a gorgeous day! Why are you so angry?