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money?”
    “My sister, but she’s not happy with me.”
    Amelia flinched. There were many times she and Meg had argued and she wished she could change that. “Why not?”
    Rett grinned. “I’m the dreaded black sheep of the family. You know, the ne’re do well.”
    “I’m sure she loves you.” Sisters had to put up with a great deal sometimes.
    “Hmm, possibly.” Rett looked doubtful.
    “You and the boss seem to be hitting it off.” Amelia turned the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go. “You like him, don’t you?” Knowledge is power.
    “I do.”
    Amelia could see the sparkle in her eyes. Meg had looked like that. “Maybe a little more than like?”
    “Between you and me?” Rett dropped her voice down. “It’s crazy and way too fast, but I think I may love him.”
    Silly fool. “Yeah, and how about him?” Was the look Amelia saw in his eye genuine?
    “He loves sex.”

    “All men do.” Amelia snorted in disgust. “They use women for it.”
    Rett glared at her. “He’s not using me.”
    So you think. “Well, that’s nice. I best keep cleaning.” Amelia moved on. The time to make her strike against Hamish Clark was close.

    ****
Rett watched the mousy-haired woman go. “Weird little person.” At first, she seemed shy and Rett had felt a little sorry for her. But then any pity she felt dissolved when she basically started telling Rett that Hamish was using her. What was that about?
    “Who?” The man in question came up behind her.
    “Amelia,” Rett responded, sinking back against his body as Hamish’s arms wrapped around her waist.
    “Who?”
    “The cleaner. Don’t tell me you pay no attention to the staff?”
    “I only have eyes for you.”
    And a lovely, hot dick pushing against my ass. “Do you?”
    Is it important that I do?”
    Rett was silent for a moment. What do we have here? What do I want? Am I wanting to believe in something that’s not real? “You have to do what makes you happy.”
    “You make me happy.”
    Maybe that’s the most I can ask for.

    * * * *
    The next day Rett stood in Hamish’s office. “He wants to what?” Yesterday had worn her out. What Hamish was explaining was bizarre.
    “He has a foot fetish.”
    “Licking feet? That’s weird.”
    Hamish laughed. “It’s a sexual turn on to some and he’s paying top dollar.”
    She looked at her own feet. They were average. Two toes were crooked from being broken and her nails weren’t polished. They were hardly the stuff wet dreams were made of. “Seriously?”
    “Yes.”
    “And I don’t have to be naked?”

    “No.”
    “What’s the point?” Am I missing something here?
    “It’s not about what we think is normal, sweetness,” Hamish explained. “It’s about what the man craves.”
    “Toe sucking?”
    “Yes.”
    Rett giggled. “Okay then.”

    ****
When the man sucked her big toe inside his mouth, Rett almost laughed. That was until she reminded herself this man was serious about what he did and was paying good money for it. And, all in all, someone’s lips sucking her toe wasn’t too bad. It was actually relaxing. She looked down at his balding skull. The man had said nothing to her other than direct her to a chair. So Rett sat and allowed her toes to be sucked.
    She thought about all that had happened to her since she had arrived in Resort City. It had been a wild and exciting ride. Between hard, crazy sex and Hamish, it was an unforgettable adventure.
    Another toe was sucked inside his mouth.
    Hamish. What do I do about him? She had to leave. That was a fact. It wasn’t just the money. She had a visa for a specific time and that time was running out. She couldn’t stay. But how do I leave Hamish? The next toe in line got the same treatment. She closed her eyes and willed herself to come up with an answer to the predicament she was in. Hell, I don’t even know how Hamish feels. Maybe I’m just getting myself worked up over nothing.
    “O-h-h-h…” Rett’s body