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nipples. More transmitters had been woven into the design. She knew Demetri carried the small remote to activate the sensors. He liked teasing her with electrical caresses when they couldn’t be together.
    One of her friends on the hotel staff had brought some of her own clothes from her suite, so Crystal topped her special underwear with a flirty yellow flowered sundress. The thin straps left her shoulders and arms mostly bare. The low, square neckline barely covered the lacy bra. She’d just finished dressing when she felt a sizzle of energy tingling against her nipples and between her legs.
    The current was so light she might not have felt it if her body hadn’t been super sensitive after days of Demetri’s loving. Excitement made her nipples stiffen and her stomach clench. She smiled, knowing he’d soon be too far away to activate the signal. Just as well or she’d be ready to jump his bones long before one o’clock.
    Scooping up the rest of the lingerie, she stashed it in a dresser drawer. In the bottom of the suitcase, she found various other sex toys. Padded nipple clamps connected by a diamond chain and fur-lined handcuffs intrigued her. A small leather whip with soft tassels. Her butt cheeks clenched at the thought of being whipped. She’d never been interested in pain, but she wasn’t averse to trying anything, as long as Demetri found it arousing. They’d briefly experimented with the fun underwear, but apparently he was interested in introducing her to more erotic toys. Her smile deepened.
    The only other thing she found in the case was a DVD tucked into an almost hidden zippered compartment. Curious, yet feeling a little guilty, she pulled it out and looked it over, wondering if it was pornography. There was no label, but a sudden sickening feeling enveloped her. She’d left Greece with a broken heart after he’d accused her of cheating. He’d shown her a clip from a similar DVD. It had looked damning, but she hadn’t watched the whole thing and she’d never slept with the blond Adonis in the film.
    Crystal went into the living room and booted a laptop computer the hotel supplied for VIP guests. She slipped in the DVD, watching as she revisited the tiny apartment where she’d lived in Greece. The camera angle focused on the small twin bed she’d used. Behind it was the door to the bathroom. She watched, hardly breathing, as her own image appeared in the doorway of the bath. Having just showered, she was dressed in red gym shorts and a white tank top, her sleeping attire back then.
    The quality of the picture was surprisingly clear and there was no doubt to her identity. That much she’d already been shown. Next, a tall blond man appeared in front of the camera. He leapt across the bed and grabbed her, swinging her into his arms and throwing her onto the bed. After that, the video became X-rated as clothes flew and bodies started thrashing. A lot of pumping and moaning later, the show ended as abruptly as it had started. By then, Crystal was breathing heavily, too. Now, as then, the video shocked her. Demetri’s anger had been understandable, yet she hadn’t had sex with anyone but him while she was in Greece.
    Over the years, when she’d grown less emotional, she’d come to the conclusion that Makis had somehow orchestrated the whole breakup. Wealthy in his own right, he had the money. He also had a sister who’d planned to marry Demetri, so he had plenty of motive. Though others in the Vardolas family and community had concerns about her and Demetri, they wanted their favorite son’s happiness above all else. Makis had to be the behind the deception.
    When her heart stopped racing, she replayed the tape. Over and over she watched until she finally had some answers to her own questions. Armed with more knowledge than she’d had three years ago, she left the suite with the DVD tucked in her pocketbook. It was nearly noon, so she didn’t bother with her own errands, but went straight to