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“If I had known this is the place for the beautiful people, I would have come earlier” Calvin enjoyed the first time on the island and wasn’t bothered someone was standing in the sun. “The view reminds me of a painting of Venus”

“Isn’t that the point of places like this? Lots of beautiful people who are willing to take part in your deepest and darkest desires?” Ruth didn’t know if she was very good at this whole thing. The whole flirting her ass off thing, but she would try. Earning her keep would be harder than she thought.

If there was one thing Oliver loved without question– without reason, it was food. It was ingrained into every aspect of his life. And now was no different as he let his grandmother’s curry recipe cool on the table. He was hoping to get enough input that he could finally stop being so damn indecisive. As the aromas filled his nostrils, he smirked, knowing it wasn’t for those less daring. Catching someone out of the corner of his eye, he immediately called out to them with a wave of his hand. “Hey, you mind tasting this for me? I’m trying to see if it’s a good fit for the menu.” He quickly added a cheeky, “don’t worry, it’s not going to kill you.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Ruth was not one to turn down charity, even if it was in the form of doing someone else a favor. And nothing sounded better than free food from the guy who cooked for the rich and famous on this island. Ruth easily closed the gap between them in order to taste his concoction. “So what am I eating here?” She dug in anyway, before waiting for an answer, the taste of exotic spice filling her lips, aromatic enough to flow through her lips to her nose, the meal a damn feast for all of the senses. She closed her eyes and let out a small mewl of appreciation, savoring the bite before swallowing and answering, “This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. Bar none.”