Chapter 123
Paul Stark paced along the balcony railing but was hardly aware of the bird’s eye view of the swimming pools below. That’s where his attention would normally be, upon those bikini-clad bodies at one of the finest resorts in this tropical country. Staying here meant money. Being at the poolside meant beautiful money and trophy wives.
But here, now, in this suite—this was Paul’s kind of game. He could always feel it when it came along. Always. He’d be just going for the ride, enjoying whatever and whoever crossed his path.
Then there’d be this buzz.
This quiet hum that he felt right down to his toes. When that happened, he dropped into the groove and the game was on. When that happened, anything was possible.
They’d sat here over an hour after the flare-up over Rikka’s ident
