Exclusive Love (British Billionaires Series) by Sorell Oates Page B

cafeteria and her father was the school librarian), they couldn’t afford a cleaner, ironing person or gardener. Katy was used to everyone pulling their weight to make a household function. However practical or normal, even she could envisage a house the size of the lodge couldn’t be managed without professional assistance.
    ‘Jump in your swimsuit,’ ordered Oscar, playfully slapping her rump.
    That definitely wasn’t a paternal pat, decided Katy.
    Everything was mounting. To unload she had to attack one problem at a time. The most important priority was her feelings towards Oscar and his for her. Throwing off her bad mood, she opted for the bold orange bikini. Ruefully, she wished she could include Julia in on her antics. Her friend had been nothing but supportive, efficient and effective setting her wardrobe up for the weekend.
    Although unfamiliar with the designer Matthew Williamson, Julia—the fountain of all fashion knowledge—briefed Katy that he was British. She’d snatched the bikini from Julia as soon as the designer’s birthplace was mentioned. In the thrift shop, she was certain a unique designer would increase her credibility in Oscar’s eyes, but she was beginning to see there was far more to Oscar than what his family’s wealth could buy.
    His modest suite at the Four Seasons was to save the company money rather than waste it. Declining a higher management office had been done to ensure he was on hand and close to the main department he was auditing and analyzing.
    Oscar was interested in ensuring his family business provided the highest grade communication equipment and provided secure, stable jobs for all its employees worldwide. He didn’t deprive himself of life’s luxuries, but he didn’t rely on them to establish his esteem and presence in everyday life. That aside, Katy was still a woman and Oscar was still a man.
    From the reflection in the full-length mirror, if any outfit was going to get Oscar’s heart racing it was this one. The halter neck top fastened with draw strings and the bikini bottoms tied at the side. Tugging one bow could reveal all. The rainbow embroidery and sequins running across the top of her bikini bottoms and completed triangle on each cup of the top made for an unusual swimsuit.
    The stitching and sequins were eye-catching, drawing an onlookers attention to Katy’s tanned toned stomach and her full rounded breasts. It was going to be ‘the’ outfit of the weekend. Waiting for the right moment for presentation, she wrapped a long orange mesh sarong around her. Giving a hint of the bikini underneath, it shielded prying eyes from what would eventually be revealed.
    Stepping down two flights of stairs, Oscar was sitting on the car’s bonnet. He whistled slowly as Katy’s legs came into his vision. The wolfish grin on his face left her in no doubt as to what she had stirred in his libido.
    ‘Let’s get you baking on the sand to top up that tan of yours.’
    The insinuation left nothing to the imagination. He could have asked her to flash him her bikini there and then. Manners dictated he wait. Concentrating solely on Oscar her heart was as bright as the sun.

 
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Few days in Katy’s future would be as perfect as this. ‘Expect the unexpected’ was the motto whenever Oscar was involved. Driving out, he announced it was to be a day of water-sports.
    Katy could think of nothing more boring than paddle boarding or having to endure a two hour introductory lesson on wind surfing. As it was, neither could Oscar. The marina he pulled into advertised extreme adventure water-sports for thrill seekers.
    Katy removing her sarong was the biggest thrill of the day for Oscar. He wasn’t so crass as to applaud her choice of swimwear, but he came close. That he was unable to take his blue eyes from her beautiful figure was the optimal compliment bestowed on her.
    Numbed by her beauty and stuttering as he ran through the water-sports on offer to