Chapter Sixteen: Physical Evidence
"So what do you think of Bermuda now, Charity?" Slim and shapely Dr. Edith Beddington lifted her head from the cushions, and gave the busty little redhead lying beside her a sly glance.
"Mm." With two large and muscular young men rubbing scented oils into her skin, Charity felt too relaxed to think. She sighed as the soothing aloe vera penetrated every pore of her naked body. "I suppose I can put up with life in Bermuda for a few more days. But when are we going to tell our story to the World Controllers?"
"Jeff wants me to meet him for dinner at the Crown and Anchor," Dr. Beddington replied, naming one of Bermuda's many elegant restaurants. "We can plan our strategy over steaks and shrimp. It won't be easy to prove that Dr. Margaret Carlton was performing illegal experiments in Greenland. We have no physical evidence."
"Not since we lost Bjorn. Still, it sounds cozy, having dinner with a World Controller." Charity giggled, picturing her golden-haired mentor and role model trading intimate secrets with such an attractive older man. "Sure you can handle him all on your own?"
"You're welcome to tag along if you want to." For once the smart and sophisticated Dr. Edith Beddington sounded slightly flustered. After all, on a date two was company and three was a crowd. And it was clear she had a bit of sexy history with Dr. Jeff Voltaire.
"Not me," Charity murmured, shutting her eyes with a smile. "I've got some serious resting to do. Escaping from Greenland in a stolen rocket is a lot of work. The long flight was quite an ordeal!"
"You have," Edith Beddington agreed, rising from the table and brushing away the hands of her eager masseur. "You do that."
"Mm." Charity couldn't think of a clever comeback. She was too busy enjoying her massage. As she slipped into her beach robe, Dr. Beddington spoke crisply and quietly to the masseurs, instructing them to give her assistant their full and undivided attention. Then she left the beachfront cabin with a cheerful wave, smiling at the sound of Charity moaning with pleasure.
Charity's lovely afternoon with the two masseurs left her feeling quite spent. The sun had gone down and the stars were coming out when the well-rested and very satisfied girl finally awoke.
"Where is everyone?" The little redhead was still stretching and yawning when she emerged from the beachfront cabin in a robe and floppy sandals. Up the beach she could see the lights of the luxury hotel. Charity could easily imagine herself having a drink at the bar, wearing a sexy dress with a tropical flower in her hair. She'd meet some alluring Alpha male, and then . . . and then . . .
Unexpectedly, the images of sex and pleasure failed to spark the usual feeling of excitement. Feeling thoughtful, Charity allowed her bare feet to wander in the opposite direction, away from the glittering lights of the hotel. And that was when she saw him, a wounded male, pale and unconscious and covered by seaweed.