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she snipped.
    Erik let go of her hand and slapped his palm across her hip hard. She gasped at the
     sting and jerked her face around to glare at him. “Hey, what the hell was that for?”
    “For being snippy, but mostly just for the hell of it,” Erik replied, his smile wicked
     and devilish.
    She gaped at him in shock. “You can’t be serious.”
    With a snicker, Erik took her hand in his and began to lead her down the shaded concrete
     path. “I’m very serious.” He shot her a sideways glance. “You’ll realize that about
     me soon enough. I don’t play around.” His gaze moved back to the path ahead of them.
     “There are a few house rules we should go over.”
    “Rules?” she asked, becoming leery.
    “No clothes, at least for now.”
    “What?”
    He ignored her exclamation and continued with the rules. “The staff is there for your
     comfort, so if you need or want anything let them know. Jon and I will take you whenever,
     wherever, and however we please.” He glanced sideways at her again. “That’s the important
     one.”
    Melinda’s mouth dropped open on that rule. “What if I don’t want it?”
    Erik gave her a confident grin as if to say, Yeah, right. Inside, she could probably agree with that. They were both incredibly gorgeous, overly
     confident, and had more sex appeal than a man should be allowed to have. She doubted,
     at least if she were honest with herself, that she would ever turn them down.
    “We don’t rape women, Melinda. You have a safe word you are allowed to use at any
     time you don’t want us or our attentions. But we have yet to have a woman use it,”
     he added confidently and Melinda wanted to use hers just for the hell of it.
    But maybe she wouldn’t. She remained silent the rest of the walk to the house. Through
     the trees, she could just make out the back. Erik took her past the small garden and
     around the front.
    Her curiosity about the rest of the rules was temporarily forgotten as she stared
     at the two-story, tropical home. The part that faced the beach was the most magnificent.
     A large pool overlooked the beach, just a few yards away. A thatched roof covered
     a deep second-floor veranda and open outdoor kitchen. The smell of food cooking on
     a grill filled the air and her stomach growled in protest. She had no idea what time
     it was and therefore had no idea when she’d eaten last.
    “Hungry?” Jon asked as he brushed past her to jog up the front steps to the door,
     which stood wide open, allowing the ocean breezes to flow through.
    “Yes,” she said as she glanced around looking for other people.
    Her nakedness bothered her, and she was sure her cheeks were beet red with embarrassment.
     She wanted this day to be over, to have a robe to cover up with. A towel would do.
     Something…anything.
    “Stop,” Jon said.
    She stared at him in surprise as he watched her from his elevated position on the
     front porch.
    “Stop what?” she asked.
    Jon rolled his eyes. “You know what. Stop worrying about what others will think. You’re
     beautiful. Let them look and admire. They should.”
    “Yeah, but—”
    “No buts,” Erik growled. “Get used to it, Mel.”
    Melinda started to tell him what he could get used to when an older woman greeted
     them. She stood in the door, a smile of motherly affection pulling at her lips. She
     appeared old enough to be their mother with her graying hair and weathered, tan skin.
     She was short and just a little heavyset. Her bare feet were silent on the tile floor
     as she stepped onto the porch. No wonder Melinda hadn’t heard her approach.
    The woman wiped her hands on her apron before smoothing it back down over her skirt.
    “There you are,” she said. “Lunch is almost ready. You’ve been flying all night, so
     I’m sure you’re starving. Cook says to meet him in the outdoor kitchen.”
    “You read my mind, Maria,” Jon said with a smile.
    She looked at Melinda and her smile widened. “So this