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anything in there.”
    “Well, not the furniture anyway.” she chuckled.
    They righted their clothes somewhat, and this time Gabriel led Betsy along beside him as the two held hands. Once they’d crossed the long hallway and entered another door. His big bedroom met her eyes, making her do a double-take.
    He laughed. “This used to be three bedrooms,” he admitted. “I had to do a little renovating.”
    “This room is the size of my mother’s house.” Betsy told him with an incredulous shake of her head. Then her mouth dropped open when Gabriel flipped a switch on the wall and the floor began to move near an open area by a huge window. Underneath was a hot tub that was at least the size of medium pool. “Are you serious?”
    “Just a little dip?  We don’t even need suits for this pool.”
    Betsy laughed at him. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
    “It’s nice and warm,” he added temptingly. “And I can turn up the bubbles.”
    She giggled and slapped at his hands as he moved to unbutton her blouse again.
    “I think we left your bra in the library, by the way.” he snickered. “That ought to make the maid blush.”
    “You’re terrible, you know that?” she admonished him.
    “I have a good idea that this is so.” he admitted with a smirk. He’d started undressing as he spoke, and now he stood there in all his naked glory, grinning at her. By the look of his exposed anatomy, Betsy was fairly certain it wasn’t swimming in the water he was thinking of.
    She reached down and ran her fingers along the smooth head of his cock, tracing her fingers over and around it until they closed together around him. Then she moved closer, stroking him several times. Gabriel’s lips crushed hers before his tongue took total possession of her willing mouth. He had Betsy’s clothes off of her within a few seconds, and then the pair of them stepped across the room and got into the water.
    “Oh, this is heavenly,” said Betsy as the heat surrounded her. “You really shouldn’t have brought me in here unless you’re trying to put me to sleep.”
    “Sleep is a part of the plan—much later,” he told her with a grin. His lips came down on hers, and Betsy was more than willing to let him put his words into action.
     
     
    *
    “I have told these men that they must respect you just as they would the lady of the house.” Gabriel explained as he stood at the head of the table with Betsy standing by his side. “You must be sure to tell me if any of them show you disrespect, for such cannot be tolerated here.”
    Blushing slightly, Betsy simply nodded her head along with the ten men standing near their chairs. By some unspoken mutual understanding, everyone sat in their chairs and the staff began to serve the meal. Betsy became quite full as the many courses continued to arrive. Not by any word or deed did a single man hint at knowing what she and Gabriel had been doing for the greater part of the afternoon.
    “Don Gabriel,” said a man to his left with a slight bow of his head.
    “What is it, Grigorio?” he asked.
    “How long will Miss Betsy be among us, if I may be so bold as to ask?”
    “Until tomorrow at least,” he informed him. “But I will, of course, send her back before the next ceremony. I have no desire for her to be involved in such things.”
    “I see, Signore,” he said, bowing his head again. “That is—telling.”
    “Is it?” he inquired with one brow raised.
    “It is, Signore,” he said, blushing slightly this time. “I will trouble you no further.”
    “What’s so telling about that?” Betsy wanted to know.
    “It is nothing, mi amore .” he reassured her, patting her hand and kissing her temple. “When this meal is over, I would very much like to return to what we were doing before.” This last he said softly in her ear, so the others would not hear it.
    “No doubt.” she chuckled.
    His hand slid up her thigh under the cover of the table, and he touched her briefly over the