BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief Read Online Free PDF

arrive without it?”
    “Good, 'cos I've got my last bottle on ice waiting for us.”
    They piled all the luggage into the back of a surprisingly small hatchback and Sasha set off across the island. Sasha chattered about her horse-riding, obviously it had become the latest passion bordering on obsession, while Indie gazed out the window at the passing vista of endless African plains punctuated solely by the odd black tree covered with flame-red blooms. They were called flamboyant, Sasha told her. Perfect description. Gentle bosomy hills rose now and then to alleviate the flatness and a soft warm breeze filled the car with sweetness.
    “That's the sugar cane,” Sasha told her when she mentioned the candy drenched air. “You're going to love it here, everything is good enough to eat.” Indie couldn't miss the meaningful look she shot her while trying to keep her eyes focused on the narrow road. Every now and then, an ancient Morris Minor coming the other direction, undercarriage grazing the tarmac from the seventeen Indians hanging from its side by the sheer will of three gripping fingertips. The bottleneck in the road reduced to squirt-size, the battered car swerved at the last moment out of its head on collision with them, back into its own lane.
    “Crap, why do they do that?” Indie breathed relief as they hair missed another rusting heap.
    Sasha laughed. “Probably distracted by two women operating a vehicle without any controller protector men .” She was pumped and exhilarated by the outback journey, lurching around soot-belching buses and the zillion bicyclists, making the hairpin beach road even more perilous. It was obvious why she drove an old car, the suspension would be gone before the duty free. Indie watched as the hills gathered into steep jungle-covered pinnacles towards the interior. An Indian in a scarlet sari trimmed with gold sashayed along the road with a four foot high pile of wood on her head, balanced without the use of her arms. Sasha's house was in the ritzy neighborhood of Grand Bay on the northern tip. It had taken only an hour to drive from the southern tip of the island to the opposite end and soon she turned up a single track almost buried in a wild tangle of trees and brush that scratched spitefully at the car.
    “I really ought to get this all cut back. So much to manage, so little time,” she said as she pressed down on a small fob and two tall iron-red painted metal gates swung regally apart on a huge circular garden with a sky blue pool in the middle surrounded by showers of pink, red and white flowers. Set back into the blossom covered foliage, a two story house with a long, covered veranda running the full length and full length French door windows from each of the many rooms.
    “Wow, your home is absolutely stunning,” Indie whispered, truly impressed by the almost decadent beauty, relaxed and at home in the enveloping heat. The dogs, the little girls, the manservant all came hurtling out of the house to jump on them- the dogs on Indie, the girls on Sash and the boy on the bags. Sasha satisfied by her friend's awe, shooed everyone away, the girls back to the ayah and strode across the grass, leaving Indie to follow behind to the plush chairs on the veranda where the ice bucket was waiting.
    “You must be parched after that long haul,” she said, popping the cork without spilling a drop. “I cannot believe you flew solo, I always, always take Valium for my flight.”
    “It's just so, so- beautiful doesn't even cover it,” Indie said, sipping the blistering cold fizz.
    “I know it's cool,” Sasha said nonchalant, “and wait 'til you see the beach- it's just at the end of the track. We get to use the private beach at the Trouville Hotel. Tolar is friends with the owner.”
    “I can see why you never want to leave here.”
    “Oh, I want to, not allowed to is the prob-, shit.” Her ease disappeared at the sound of commotion inside the house.
    “Don't drag the fucking