Tontine

An intrigue, they called it. He laughed while he stroked his chin. Well, he'd certainly never considered himself dull.

A waitress bent low over the side of the pool, smiling and showing her cleavage. "Anything to drink, sir?"

He allowed himself a nice long look, then lifted his gaze to her face. "No thanks, doll. I'm all set." He lifted his hand to show her the martini he had yet to finish.

She walked away pouting, but he didn't care. In fact, he rather enjoyed the view of her legs. And he knew she'd forgive him, anyway, tomorrow when he did buy a drink, and maybe a little something more. Money always made a woman forget those kinds of minor irritations.

And money was something he now had plenty of. After "taking care" of the rest of his business partners, he had easily escaped here, to Nevis, to enjoy the sun, the surf, and the single ladies.

He chuckled. Actually, why limit himself to the single ones?