Page 18 of SEAL the Deal
“Looking for this?” Ernie’s voice startled him as he pushed through branches and saw his teammate holding the ball. Axe jumped up and licked the Latino’s face.
Mike frowned. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m here for the party.”
There was a rustle to Mike’s flank and TJ appeared holding a pair of plasticuffs. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
There was another noise to his right and Dean emerged clutching a black hood.
Mike glanced down at Axe who was sitting with his tongue lolling from his mouth. “Are you kidding me? You’re not even going to try and protect me?”
The dog cocked his head and his ear flopped forward.
“Does Ali know about this?” Mike asked as he handed his club to Ernie and held his wrists together.
Dean slid the hood over his head as TJ cuffed him.
“By now she’s got problems of her own,” TJ replied with a laugh.
“Seriously, if this involves cartel hit men I’m going to be pissed.”
* * *
Ali felt amazing. Her skin had never felt smoother in her life. Three hours of pampering at the day spa had been exactly what she needed. The planning for the wedding hadn’t been particularly stressful. Leonie and TJ had taken care of most of the details, but it was still good to relax in the hands of a talented masseuse.
She strolled along the path to the villa enjoying the sunshine and the warm breeze on her face. Stepping onto the porch, she spotted Mike’s golf clubs and smiled. He would have enough time to enjoy her smooth body before dinner.
Axe greeted her at the stairs and she stopped to pat him. Her smile widened as she spotted the drawn curtains. It looked as if Mike had something similar in mind.
Pushing open the doors she ducked through the gossamer material. “Mike, babe, I feel fantastic!”
“Surprise!” The screams of six female voices nearly sent her diving back outside. Leonie stood at the front of the pack with a huge cocktail glass in her hand. She thrust the beverage and its penis-shaped straw toward Ali.
“Welcome to your bachelorette party, little sister.”
She gave the villa an uneasy scan, noting the phallic-themed decorations strung across the ceiling. Rows of alcohol bottles and cocktail glasses filled the kitchen bench top. Then it dawned on her. The resort and the day spa were all an elaborate plan.
She smiled, took a slurp from the cocktail and winced at the taste of tequila. “You are so devious.”
The girls circled her lifting their glasses in the air. Axe joined them jumping up and down with excitement as they whooped and hollered.
“So what’s the plan?” asked Ali. “What happened to Mike? I’m guessing the boys grabbed him?”
Leonie topped up her cocktail. “Correct, we’re meeting up with them tomorrow afternoon. However, till then we’re going to party like it’s 1999.”
Maria, Ernie’s wife, joined them. The short buxom Mexican hugged Ali and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Tonight we’ve got a beautiful dinner. Then your sister can continue with her depraved plans.”
Leonie shrugged. “She insisted.”
Ali smiled. “Maria, I am so glad you’re here to add a touch of class.”
Her sister laughed. “Class? Sweetheart, we’re drinking from cock straws.”
The villa filled with laughter and Ali grinned. Maybe a bachelorette party wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
* * *
Mike felt the van come to a halt and heard the door slide open. He was bundled outside and then the hood was ripped off. He’d guessed they were on their way to TJ’s cabin and he was correct.
