Desert Island – Hidden Oasis Read Online Olivia T. Turner

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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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He better not eat all of my pinky fruit spike balls!

This man looks like he’s got a ravenous appetite. He’ll probably eat everything on the island (hopefully excluding me) by dinnertime. He’s got big broad shoulders, long muscular arms, and a hulking chest that I can see behind his loose white t-shirt that’s flapping in the wind. The breeze takes his shirt up a little and I spot a chiseled six-pack. Not the worst person to come crashing down on my desert island, I guess.

He smiles warmly at me as he slowly reaches into his pocket.

I squeeze the stick and stab the air in warning. Again, I’m thankful that he pretends to take it seriously and is not bent over laughing.

“I have something for you,” he says with his eyebrows up.

My eyes widen as he pulls out an energy bar.

“For showing up on your island unannounced,” he says as he tosses it to me.

My mouth waters as I catch it. Food. Real outside food. An energy bar and it’s peanut butter! I love peanut butter!

I’d love to be able to say that I eat it like a lady, but then I’d be a liar as well as a slob. I rip it apart with my rabid teeth and practically swallow it whole like a dog catching half a hot dog that fell beside her owner’s feet.

“What else you got?” I ask, violently chewing while eyeing him carefully.

“Is there no food on the island?” he asks as he looks around.

“Do you have any chocolate?” I ask with my stomach rumbling. “Or, alcohol? Or chocolate?”

I really miss chocolate.

“I have a few granola bars in the plane,” he says as he glances back at it.

“Chocolate chip granola bars?” I ask as I lower the spear, my back straightening, everything in me perking up to attention.

“I think so,” he says. “I’ll go check.”

I’m watching in awe as he walks along the beach, the back of his feet kicking up sand with every step, and opens the door to his plane.

He’s a miracle. He’s just what I’ve been hoping for and I’m handling it all wrong. I toss the stick onto the ground, smooth back my hair, and push up my boobs while he’s distracted in the cockpit.

I climb down from the rocks and watch him as he searches through his things.

He’s hot. And not just because he possibly has some chocolate. I can’t see his eyes behind those stylish aviator sunglasses, but I bet they’re as hot as the afternoon sun. His brown hair is styled to the left with the sides shaved and he’s got a short brown beard on his handsome face.

His beige shorts are hugging his muscular thighs and he’s got a nice ass too.

My chest gets all fluttery inside when he turns around with a wicked smile. He’s got three, no four! granola bars in his hands. I would literally do anything for them. An-y-thing.

I’ve been eating the same boring food for months, so it’s no surprise that I can feel my mouth filling with drool as I watch him walk back with them.

“Here,” he says as he hands them over. “As a thank you for having me on your island.”

I take them and cradle them to my chest as my whole body fills with happiness. I want to take my time and savor them, eating them as slowly as possible—one chocolate chip at a time—but apparently, I’ve turned into a feral animal out here because I’m ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and shoving one into my mouth as fast as I can cram it in.

He watches me curiously as I close my eyes and focus on the flavor.

Oh. My. God.

Chocolate. I’ve missed you the most.

“How long have you been here?” he eventually asks.

“Long time,” I say as I chew the giant chunks. “Do you have anything to drink?”

“Just water,” he says. “So, how long?”

“I don’t know,” I say when I finally swallow. I look up at him, realizing how big he really is. I didn’t notice it before because I was standing on the rocks. “You’re tall.”

“Months? Years?”

“Months,” I say, nodding. Should I eat the other granola bars now? I really want to eat them now.

“Are you here alone?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I’ll save them for as long as I can. When we get back to my campsite, I’ll have another one. Maybe two.

“You’ve been here for months?” he says as he looks around with his face dropping. “All by yourself?”

“Yeah,” I say with a shrug like it’s no big deal. “But that doesn’t matter anymore. We have a plane now, right? I can finally go home.”

His face drops.

“What?”

“I have no gas.”

“No gas?” I say as my stomach churns. Oomph. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that so fast. My stomach is growling something fierce with the half-chewed unfamiliar food rolling around in there. “But you can make gas though, right? From coconuts or sand?”



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