Prize of a Lifetime. Donna Hill

away from Mitchell as possible until this trip was over. Her nipples tingled. “Don’t think so.”

      She went into the next room and took a fresh pair of panties from the drawer, slipped them on, grabbed her sunglasses and headed back out. On the walk over to the reception area, she resigned herself to the inevitable. She was going to sleep with Mitchell Davenport. End of story. And once she’d ended her mental and physical tug of war she suddenly felt so much better.

      While Sasha slipped away to her room, Mitchell took the time to try to put this crazy thing that was going on with him in perspective. He was totally taken with her, but he didn’t have a pot to piss in. He’d come to Antigua for one reason only and it wasn’t Sasha Carrington, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She didn’t seem interested in him, but he wanted her to the point of physically aching for her every time she was near him. He wouldn’t be distracted from his goal, no matter what, but he was going to sleep with her. End of story. How’s that for perspective?