Just as the seaplane landed on the water and the door to the plane opened up, Peter stood at the corner of the yacht yard, waiting for the guest that was supposed to arrive. He was given special instructions to receive the guest so he was wearing his best formal clothes.
Celia stepped out of the plane, smiling toothily, taking off her glasses and taking in the look of the high floating rock covered in green with clear as day water surrounding the entire scene.
“Welcome.” Peter smiled, grabbing her attention.
Celia gave him a notorious look, checking him out head to toe and wondering if everyone on the island was as sexy as him.
Peter noticed her eyes wandering over his body, “You must be Ms. Celia Rodriguez.”
“Yes.” She smiled, offering her hand as Peter guided her down, towards the
