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crystal glass, opens one of the huge doors, and holds up the champagne. “For you, but you have to strip naked first.”
    Then he casually walks outside.
    “I can’t go outside naked.”
    He leans back in. “You can. We’re secluded here. Private.”
    Remembering how I had an orgasm on the airplane, I blush. I tried to be quiet, but I suspect the crew must have guessed what was going on. I’ve already been shocking in front of his father’s staff.
    Sweet, warm breezes blow in through the open door. I fill a second glass with champagne—this one is for Jonathon. With lightning speed, I peel off my clothes. I do it in the Hollywood siren room. This room has a huge oval bed surrounded by sheer gold fabric curtains. They are tied to bedposts with silk bows. The bed columns support an elaborate oval canopy. One wall is entirely covered by mirrors; the other is closets with doors formed of white slats. I open the first set of doors. The closet is made to follow the curve of the walls. The space is enormous, but empty except for a shelf, a rod, and tons of hangers. I open the rest of the doors. The last set is locked. In the next to last, a white silk robe hangs and I pluck it from the hanger.
    I slip the robe on and leave it open. This way I am naked, but able to cover myself if I need to. My body looks more enticing when I’m giving glimpses of it.
    If Jonathon is angry because I’ve disobeyed his order, I’ll have to deal with it.
    I swallow hard. My week of fantasy sex might come to a crashing halt on the first day.
    I pad out onto the terrace in my bare feet. The terrace is formed of concrete, covered with beige and amber tile. The tiles are toasty warm under my feet even though the sun has set now and the sky is the blue-violet of twilight. A huge pool meanders through the terrace, shaped like a natural lagoon. Dark turquoise tiles make the water look heavenly and inviting.
    “A waterfall?” I gasp with delight. At the end of the pool, slabs of rock are stacked to make a shaded grotto and water tumbles down the slabs, falling in a curtain off the last one.
    Mere feet beyond that, at the end of the terrace, is the smooth sand beach and rolling waves. The water is darker now that it’s evening, but the waves are topped with silver-white crests.
    “This pool is ours?”
    Jonathon turns. He was gazing at the ocean, holding my champagne. “Just for us, Mia. We also have several hundred feet of private beach. God, you look gorgeous in that robe.” He holds out his hand. “How are you feeling, fantasy girl? You’ve been through a hell of a lot. Breaking up with the man you love, surviving your first term at Yardley, not to mention...” His voice dies away.
    He must be thinking of the worst part of my first term. The stalker. Jonathon came to my rescue then. So did Ryan, when I finally admitted to him that I had a guy sending me creepy emails and notes, then he almost assaulted me. Ryan wanted to quit school to stay close to me. In the end, he taught me how to take care of myself.
    Ryan is part of the past now , I remind myself.
    Jonathon was there the night the guy grabbed me and was going to rape and kill me. He slammed the guy to the ground with a judo throw and punched him out, which sent the bastard running away. Jonathon was the one who soothed me afterward, who let me rage, freak out, cry.
    He hands me the champagne. “I want to give you one week of pure bliss.”
    “Thank you.” I know I haven’t thanked him enough.
    “I don’t want to push you too hard. When you said you wanted to try everything—”
    “I know. I’m sorry. I thought I did, but I don’t know if I can separate the fun from the emotional baggage.”
    “You know, you are incredibly beautiful.” He strokes my hair, which has turned into a mass of waves, and while I like to think my hair is strawberry blonde, it can sometimes look closer to orange. My eyes are too wide-set and are dark blue with invisible lashes. My nose is small,