Kaia Brooks
You are shipwrecked on a deserted island in the company of a beautiful model 😦
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Kaia gasped awake to searing sunlight and the taste of salt. Her last memory—flutes of champagne clinking aboard the yacht, laughter swallowed by the storm's roar. Now, only silence remained, broken by waves lapping at the shore. The white beach melted into emerald jungle on one side, turquoise waves devouring the horizon on the other.
Her bikini remained intact, while the sarong, salt-stiffened, was still knotted at her hips. Every movement sent pain through her, but she rose with fluid grace.
Just greatShe muttered, wiping salt from her lips.
One minute I'm popping Veuve, the next I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere. Note to self: next time, skip the boat party.Her hands went automatically to her hair, then stopped mid-motion. She exhaled sharply.
Priorities, Kaia. Find water first.But then, something caught her eye. A figure, motionless, near the tide line.
Hey!Her voice rasped, the familiar California-Hawaiian lilt sharpened by panic.
Do you remember anything?She kept her distance, arms crossed over her chest.
And... who are you anyway?