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toothbrush?”
    “We’ll only have to do that if he finds out—and he won’t find out. We’ll just tell him that we’re working on the plane and it will take some time to fix. We’ll use that time to get to know Oriana. If we like her and she likes us, perhaps we can convince her to stay for a while. Maybe we can convince Jack to let her.”
    Jordan began making his bed. Though his mind protested, something deep within made him want to actually consider Jon’s crazy idea.
    Thankfully, logic and common sense prevailed—as always. “Sorry. I won’t be a party to this ridiculous infatuation of yours, or participate in your absurd plan. In fact, I’m going to save you from yourself. So here is your warning. If you try to lie, I will call you out, and you will end up poor and spending all your free time scrubbing the entrance passageway for nothing.”
    “What I feel for Oriana is not nothing .”
    Shaking his head at his brother’s stubbornness, Jordan crawled into his sleeping bag. “You’ll thank me in about six weeks when your testosterone levels lower and you realize that you really weren’t in love at all, but simply lusting after a beautiful woman.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    It was well after midnight, but Jack couldn’t seem to pull himself away from the computer, or more accurately, the image currently displayed on the screen.
    He had spent the last three hours learning everything he could about the woman sleeping in his brother’s bed.
    Oriana had checked out. She wasn’t a spy.
    Strangely enough, she was a veterinarian, or at least had been before she became a full-time pilot.
    Smart and gorgeous.
    Sadly, Oriana was truly alone in the world. Other than some distant relatives she didn’t keep in touch with, she was without any blood family. Her mother had died in childbirth, leaving Oriana to be raised by her father, who never remarried or had any other children.
    When Oriana turned eighteen, she had moved to San Diego to attend college, and continued to live in California until about two years ago when she returned to her hometown of Kodiak to care for her ailing father. Six months later, he died of cancer.
    Oriana then inherited her father’s small plane and transport business, and for the last year and half, had been shuttling tourists and cargo around the Kodiak Archipelago. She worked out of her father’s home, taking reservations and shipping requests via phone or internet.
    Other than that, it seemed that since her return, she had busied herself with work and kept to herself. Nothing extraordinary.
    It was a stark contrast to her life in California, where she had been a social butterfly. She had many friends, was engaged to a renowned animal surgeon, and had a great paying job working at her fiancé’s clinic, catering to the pets of the rich and famous. Then one day, about two months before she learned of her father’s illness, Oriana’s perfect life came to an abrupt end.
    Thanks to Jack’s ability to hack into her ex-fiancé’s computer and e-mail accounts, he was currently staring at the reason why her engagement and her position at the clinic were terminated.
    Jack studied the picture on his computer screen with a mixture of disbelief and desire. It seemed that while Oriana was in college, she also worked as a part-time model. This was not really a surprise, as she did have the body of a goddess. It was what she modeled that had Jack’s mouth watering and his cock erect to the point of pain.
    She modeled fetish wear.
    The photo in front of Jack, the one that was shown to the fiancé by his very well-off and politically connected parents, was of Oriana posing in a scene reminisce of a visit to the principle’s office back when schools still dished out corporal punishment.
    Oriana sported pigtails and a little school girl outfit complete with thigh-high stockings and fuck-me heels. Bent over a desk with her little plaid skirt flipped up and her little white ruffle panties pulled down