Sunset Desires
A 1Night Stand Story
By
C.R. Moss
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by C.R. Moss
ISBN: 978-1-61333-210-8
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Chapter One
“You did what?” Gwendolyn Tramonto’s jaw dropped open in surprise. Her heart skipping a beat, she glanced at her cousin, Seana, and her sister, Ivy, whose mouth hung open in a large O, then stared at her cousin, Heather. Gwen white-knuckled the local-brew beer bottle.
Heather reached across the small cocktail table in the southern porch style beach bar and patted her hand. “I set up a date for your last night here on this beautiful island. You know, end your trip to Grand Cayman with a tickle and bang.” Grinning, she relaxed back into her seat. “In fact, I tried setting some up for all of us, but since I had to work around the men’s schedules, Ivy’s, Seana’s and mine will happen after we return home.”
Astonished, Gwen shook her head. A length of dirty-blonde hair that had escaped her ponytail fell across her eye. She swept it back. “I don’t believe this. Did you guys know about her plan to pimp us out?”
Ivy and Seana shrugged, perplexed expressions on their faces. They shook their heads.
“None of you knew,” Heather offered, seeming a bit put off by their lackluster reactions. She drummed her fingers on the wide arm of the weather-worn wood chair. “All our matches have been made through a very prestigious and respected matchmaking service. The owner, Madame Evangeline, had me complete extensive questionnaires. She runs background checks. Everything’s on the up and up and safe.”
“So that’s what all those odd questions have been about over the past few months,” Seana stated, a trace of a British accent she affected for her acting gig and didn’t want to lose while on vacation slipping through. She sipped from her glass of merlot. “My roommates and I were wondering.”
“Now you know. I could answer most of the questions on my own, but there were those few I needed help with.”
Seana smiled. “I must say, though your presumption to find us men piques me, I am oddly intrigued. I want to see what kind of man this woman thinks is my match.”
“Good!” Heather returned her cousin’s grin. “So, Gwen, you’re not mad at me, are you?”
Gwen shook her head. “No. Just a little nervous is all.” To calm down she sucked in a humid stream of air, bringing with it the heady scents of sand, sun, and surf mixed with the aromas of bar food and beer. Though the sun dipped toward the horizon, the heat still stuck around. The warmth didn’t bother her, but her anxiety about the upcoming situation did. Heather had asked some pretty personal questions. At the time, she’d figured her cousin had grown lonely—too much work, not enough socializing, and probably wanted a better connection with family, a friend. But now…. Despite the high temperature, a chill racked her body. “Oh my God, that fantasy question. You told a total stranger about my fantasy?” Her high-pitched squeal rose above the clamor of the bar.